Play by Play of a Sister’s Grief
“Is solace anywhere more comforting than that in the arms of a sister.” ~ Alice Walker
I lift my head up off the toilet and make my way over to the sink. I wash the residue off my face and stare in the mirror. Sunken cheeks. Hollowed eyes. Water dripping off. I am a disaster a pitiful mess. An empty vessel of grief and self loathing.
Twelve hours before