One hopped up the stairs on crutches. Two felt the walls
with flat palms, found the door. Three closed her eyes, felt vibrations in the
wooden floor. Four wasn’t sure she could handle this in her current state of
mind but she was hopeful. Five polished foggy eyeglasses. Six felt the coolness
of air on her skin. Seven tried to focus her way into the present and out of a
heartache. Eight smelled garlic and ginger. Nine felt queasy from the medicine,
but she came anyway. Ten walked on legs that shook, that bowed, that buckled. Eleven
ducked under the doorway so he wouldn’t hit his head. Twelve walked beside her
dog, and this made her calm. Thirteen wheeled
himself into the kitchen, where the wood floor turned to linoleum. Everyone in
the world was there, cooking, talking, singing songs, remarking how special it
was when the whole family came together.
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