• Hosting her Heart

    I woke her up early, the rest of the house was still asleep.  She put her clothes on that we had laid out the night before and then slipped into my room.  “Mom”, I heard as she opened the bathroom door.  She squeezed me tight and watched as I put my contacts in.  Then she slid open my jewelry drawer and picked up the gold bracelet she had made me from the kit she had received at Christmas.  It was loud and completely clashed with my green sweater and simple silver necklace I had on.  She slid it on my wrist and then pulled my arm so I would lean…