A lucid brisk wind overcame me as I waited on the curb of what
seemed to be a florid hospital to me at the time.
As my sister was loaded into the wheelchair days after brain surgery ,
my mother and I rolled her to the car and transferred her from wheelchair
to the passenger’s seat.
That day we got home and my mother was making dinner,
she told me I would have to aid in the care of my older sister until she recovers.
Hastening up and down the stairs, delivering food, adjusting pillows - was
tiresome to a young eight year old. And I was annoyed.
Maybe it wasn’t so much that I had to care for my older sister that bothered me,
but more so that it was my birthday and I had not one gift.
But that emblematic night. My mom took me to Toys R Us and that
coveted doll before my eyes was now mine .
This is when I realized that remaining in a childish mindset only
hurt those around me, especially the single mother who sacrificed so much.
The mother who made a young girl happy while caring for her other
daughter who was in and out of the hospital.