By Rebecca Lambert
“Nan-nan’s very poorly at the moment,” we say. “But she’s having treatment to make her better.” We never call it what it is.
I buy her a bandana; it’s pink with paisley swirls. She prefers it to the wigs she’s offered. “Does Nan-nan look like a pirate?” she says to my kids the first time they see her wearing it. I’m glad she says something because I don’t know how to; I can’t find the shape of words to fill the space. I tell them everything’ll be fine; doctors can do marvellous things. I tell her, too. Then I tell myself.
Poignantly well observed.
Well done. the last line captures the narrator’s fears and doubts so well.
This is so sweet; lovely!
“I can’t find the shape of words to fill the space.” Great line.
Really liked it!
Ha! Enjoyed it!
Sad. So true. Well done.
We can hide it well sometimes. Bitter sweet. Thank you.
A lot of emotions captured in a few words. Well done.