She gently took my hair from my shoulder and started untangling it.
Lucia was gentle in her movements.
When was the last time someone combed my hair?
Might it be my mother when I was young?
I don’t remember.
Myra came back to me when I finished the bowl.
She raised her hands towards me when I was about to put the empty bowl on the cart.
I sighed and put the bowl in her palm, but spoke to her through signs.
“You guys don’t need to be on pins and needles in front of me. I have hands, and I can do things on my own.”
She read my signs aloud so that Lucia could also understand what I was saying.
I smiled at her and then craned my head in Lucia’s direction, who also stopped her movements on my hair for a few seconds.
They didn’t reply for a few seconds; they just looked at each other,
