Her mother woke hours later, disoriented, reaching for water. Mira helped her drink from the cup with the bendy straw. Her mother’s lips trembled against the plastic.
“You don’t have to know,” Mira said. “Just show up. That’s more than enough.” morethanadaughter
The woman nodded and left. Mira washed the dishes, dried the pan, and set it on the shelf next to her mother’s notebook. Her mother woke hours later, disoriented, reaching for water
That night, she sat alone in her mother’s apartment, which was now her apartment, or would be once she figured out what her meant. The notebook lay open on the coffee table. She read the list again: I am the person who… “You don’t have to know,” Mira said
More than a daughter. Not less. Never less. Just more.
People said beautiful things. She was so loved. She had such a kind spirit. Mira, you were everything to her.
Her mother woke hours later, disoriented, reaching for water. Mira helped her drink from the cup with the bendy straw. Her mother’s lips trembled against the plastic.
“You don’t have to know,” Mira said. “Just show up. That’s more than enough.”
The woman nodded and left. Mira washed the dishes, dried the pan, and set it on the shelf next to her mother’s notebook.
That night, she sat alone in her mother’s apartment, which was now her apartment, or would be once she figured out what her meant. The notebook lay open on the coffee table. She read the list again: I am the person who…
More than a daughter. Not less. Never less. Just more.
People said beautiful things. She was so loved. She had such a kind spirit. Mira, you were everything to her.