She stepped into the pedestrian crossing and stumbled. I rushed to her aid. Her wrinkled, cool hands felt like parchment. Lines radiated from her mouth like sunrays as she gave me a crooked smile. Wispy hair escaped her woolen cap, and her shawl dragged on the wet, dirty street.
I lifted up the shawl, held her elbow, and walked her across the street, while cars groaned with feigned patience.
Her voice crackled. “God bless you for helping a complete stranger.”
My throat clenched and words couldn’t escape my lips.
Ma’s memory isn’t what it used to be.
I lifted up the shawl, held her elbow, and walked her across the street, while cars groaned with feigned patience.
Her voice crackled. “God bless you for helping a complete stranger.”
My throat clenched and words couldn’t escape my lips.
Ma’s memory isn’t what it used to be.
