Yours Truly 2016 / Cascadia College / Bothell, WA | Page 49

After Sarah was finished working,
usually after six hours or so, the two of
them went on a walk together.
“Okay, now hold my hand,” said Sarah
lovingly, “I wouldn’t want you to get lost.”
After their walk, it was time for her to
take a nap; she was very particular about
how she liked to be put to sleep. Doctors
said that sleep was really good, though,
so Sarah didn’t mind. The fan had to
blow directly on her to keep her delicate
strands of hair away from her crowned
cheeks. The blue blanket went on top, and
the red wrapped around her on bottom.
Sarah read her a favorite psalm, and she
always fell asleep before the end. Maybe
one day she would hear the rest.

While she was sleeping, Sarah would
try to get her own rest; the past year
had been exhausting and a ma jor life
adjustment. When he abandoned them, a
gaping hole was left right in her middle,
and everybody could see through it.
Sitting on the couch alone often brought
her to tears, for an imprint still remained
where he used to sit, and now the whole
thing felt uneven. Sarah had tried to beat
it out once, furiously cussing and tearing
at it in a moment of weakness. However,
Sarah had to remain strong, for she had
herself and her mother to take care of.
Sarah heard her mother cry for help
getting out of bed; she rose and walked
slowly down the hallway, not seeing past
this moment.

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