when I finally found her she was sitting in a corner on a brown folding chair. I think her hair had gotten longer. she looked so tired. she said her feet hurt. I looked at her pink puffy sneakers and then I remembered: how her feet looked in the pale bed, what was left of them, no longer for walking, and how I grabbed my sister’s hand. so I held her hand. I said I’m so glad you’re doing better. I wanted to take care of her. I wanted to carry her. I wanted to keep better track of her this time. I didn’t want to recognize the dream.
