jessicahenwicks:Sometimes I would tell my mother stories about little things. Like skimming rocks ac
jessicahenwicks:Sometimes I would tell my mother stories about little things. Like skimming rocks across the river or catching fireflies in the mulberry fields. And when I told those stories, I could see her eyes were mostly clear. I could tell she saw me. Really saw me. I could see her, too. Her real self. Her spirit trying to fight its way out. It was beautiful. -- source link