Rest stop breakfast buffet—a fifty-ish woman intently selects sugary cereal and fills her styrofoam bowl. An older woman helps her pour the milk. “That’s enough, mommy,” she enunciates with a thick tongue.
Her flowered blouse is freshly ironed, khaki skirt crisp. Steely grey hair cut close, smile contagious, even at 7:00 a.m.
Mother, lean and a little stooped, dresses similarly for travel. The two are taking a bus to visit family. Reconciling the disappearance of “father” to her daughter has been a challenge. A mother-daughter relationship remains frozen in time. They move through life with dignity.
Her flowered blouse is freshly ironed, khaki skirt crisp. Steely grey hair cut close, smile contagious, even at 7:00 a.m.
Mother, lean and a little stooped, dresses similarly for travel. The two are taking a bus to visit family. Reconciling the disappearance of “father” to her daughter has been a challenge. A mother-daughter relationship remains frozen in time. They move through life with dignity.
