She is shrunken, tiny and dull in the glistening wheelchair. She turns and her cloudy eyes settle on me. I bend to kiss her. Thin arms encircle me and squeeze with astonishing strength. She weeps and covers her gray face with spotted hands.
Blue patches dot the skinny arms where needles have entered the flesh, searching for elusive veins.
Father and I talk quietly, bringing her small news items of family and friends. Last week . She looks out the window then back to me. He loved me very much. When I was a young girl, he took me on a trip, a trip to Germany.