Her silvery hair caught the morning sunlight and Talen hadn’t noticed how gray she had become. In his mind, she still towered over him with infinite strength and even more patience. Had she always been so small and slender? When had the warm amber of her complexion and hair faded to gray?
She hobbled, the arthritis in her hips and knees hindering movement. Talen held out an arm to her as they traversed the uneven ground. Bright was the first name he ever spoke and her presence formed his earlier memories. He had only a vague impression of his parents. When he thought of his mother, he thought of Bright. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her if she asked.
How long had the climbing the ladder in the ship been painful for her? She fell six months back and badly bruised her knees and hips
