My fingers stroke the silky braids my mother so carefully arranged. My mother. I left her blue dress and shoes on the floor of my train car, never thinking about retrieving them, of trying to hold on to a piece of her, of home. Now I wish I had.
fingers stroke the silky braids my mother so carefully mother. left her blue dress and on the floor of my train never thinking retrieving of trying to hold on to a of her, of wish
