In a dodge, my life went on for two days, without even my realization. Believing gI would make it didn't help, so I decided to let time roll. Henna helped me get through every second I felt like breaking down. After she dropped a bunch of red ink on my palm, I named her, making it look as beautiful as an art.
"It's called Mehendi!"
I nodded and stared at the beauty of dark brown adorning my palms.
"Mom wears it during every festival"
"You have never put this?"
I shook my head, and smiled at her when she laughed,
"Everybody back home wears it"
"Where is your home?"
"India"
That was far.
"Then why you here?"
"I don't know. Pappa says, in the end, we can go"
In the end?
"End of what?"
She shrugged, "Don't know."
Her implications of conflicts made me ask no further.
I stopped
