Blowing Candles

Sureshini Sanders

The hearse like hospital car crept down our mothers street and returned her to us. My sister and I peaked anxiously between the blinds, trying not to distract, as she made tentative, toddler like steps, towards the front door.

She stood before her house and peered beyond the opening, like Alice about to pass through wonderland. The 2 steps to get in were now another challenge. Only 6 weeks ago all of this was easy. That was before a vessel exploded in her head and took half the vision in each eye transforming daily activities into something complex, that required concentration and strategic planning. ... (continues)