My mom was in her hospital bed, smiling with rare warmth. The whiteness of the room was intense under the fluorescent lights. Maybe she was glad because I was the only one in our family to go to see her.
Without me saying anything, she said, “Go ahead, be happy.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“I want you to just be happy.”
Seeing my puzzled expression, she finally said, “You can write poetry.” Continue reading