Forever, and a Day
As I look into the mirror, placing the eye-liner, I study the latest wrinkles spider-webbing from the edges of my eyes. Two years ago I would have freaked out at the discovery, especially on my way out to a Christmas Eve party. Two years ago I would have been canceling all public appearances until I could reverse this latest aging process. But then, two years ago, I didn’t know within a year I’d be dying.
I rub my fingers over the diamond earrings as I slip them into their holes.
They are small, no more than a fifth of a carat each. But no piece of jewelry would ever be dearer to me. And to think I had waited 49 years to wear them. Then, before me in the mirror, the 59 year old face transformed into the youthful face of an 18 year old girl. I knew my child
