Knitting was the only way to get out of not staring at her.
But despite the fact that I had something to distract me, I catch myself staring at the scanty hair on her head.
I could see her veins running through the forehead. She doesn't look better.
Though the nurse says she did better than yesterday everytime she comes in. I don't think so.
It was getting late, and it was time. I placed the half knitted scarf on the chair and moved closer to her.
The bowl of water was lukewarm, I dipped the towel in it and squeezed the water off. cleaning her face first, then her hands, they looked pale and Fragile.
She gave a weak smile as I washed her.
I smiled back.
The doctor said the cancer was in it's last stage, she knew what it meant, I do too.
We don't know when, but I hope I will finish the scarf before then, so I can get another smile from her.
Prompt : Bowl of water
Picture: Pixabay
The 5 minutes daily freewrites prompt, courtesy of @freewritehouse @mariannewest
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Prayers for whoever you are kitting the scarf for. Cancer is the utmost evil of all things on Earth.