By Huina Zheng
I was visiting my mother in the nursing home. As I stood to leave, she caught my hand. “Shh.” She locked the door and reached under the mattress. She pulled out a rusted tin box. Inside lay a handful of candies, some melted, others long past their time.
She handed me a White Rabbit sweet. “For your brother, his favorite.”
She had always hidden candy, afraid he would eat too much and get sick.
I wanted to tell her my brother died thirty years ago. Instead, I took the White Rabbit and forced a smile. “Yes,” I said. “He’ll love it.”
Well done. I know the reality of this scene.
Very poignant and touching. Nicely done!
Universal truth.
Well done.
Relatable, tender.