She appeared in the sky, unfailingly, whenever I was depressed or unhappy. She never, ever let me down. I envied the malleability of clouds to assume any form, to become a symbol of hope. The same eyes, bindi, expressions gesturing cheer…. How did the clouds mimic my mother so well? (50 words) Note: 'Bindi' … Continue reading Malleability of Spirit
Malleability of Spirit
