*3 Months Later*
[ZARINA]
“You look beautiful.”
The honey rays of the sun drifted through the glass window and highlighted the greys in mother’s hair. It had to be the first time I could see the old age catching up to her in the last three months. The dark circles beneath her eyes appeared darker and heavier. Despite the light brush of makeup resting upon her face, she looked unusually less of herself and more of a woman who needed a long break from the nightmares haunting her day and night.
Lacing her fingers with mine, she gave my hand an affectionate squeeze.
“You know, I can still try and talk to him. Maybe he would see—”
“He wouldn’t, mother,” I stopped her before she got hopes of herself high. And mine. “Nothing you say would make him change his mind. So why waste your breath?”
