Ever since Maw decided to avoid Paw, we have been saying the rosary upstairs in her room at night. The rosary is brown in color, slightly rough but with time will be smooth and somewhat scented and made from rose petals, which may have been the ones we gave to Nati and her friends the other time we visited her and her brother, who had a mild stroke.
And so that is my destiny: to support a fragile soul, who continues to cry after our prayers.
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