Waltzing with my Grandmother
I saw her walk into the center of the floor, the light glistening on the tasteful shatters of light off her dress, creating rainbows and prisms as she walked closer to me. I looked up at the sky, wondering if the stars would take a picture of us, in this moment, in this night. I heard her voice and stepped closer to her, as my heels clacked on the floor. She smiled and held out her hand. The veiny, weak hands that I once remembered were strong, beautiful, and polished. Her fingers gripped around my hand and she asked for my other hand. I put my hand on top of hers and we began to move around, clacking in sync, in circles. Her eyes lit up the room while everyone was watched, their pupils following the shatters of light off her dress. She was the star on the stage, and I was so gracious to be by her side. "My dear, Bori. I have chosen my last dance to be with you. You bring out a light in me that I hope to carry with me after life." "Grandma, must you go? I feel li...