ANAYA POV
I walked in the living room to see my mom sitting on the sofa staring at the wall. I knew she was in deep thought, with worries all encircling her. I sat down beside her, offered my soft touch to her shoulder, and asked her, "Do you have room to think of anything at all, Mom?" in gentle, almost comforting whispers. Quickly, I added, "Maybe from there we can start from somewhere?"-hoping this friendly push might produce some good vibes.
"Anaya, I have not even a single plan all day," she replied, her dialect somewhat tinged with discouragement. "No plan, yet." My mother shook her head, staring away. You could feel she was disappointed at her lack of inspiration.
"I don't know," I whispered aloud with conviction-I couldn't help but dwell on myself for a moment, overwhelmed by ch
