my mom and her only sister had a huge argument a decade ago, over the sale price of a used car. and they haven’t talked since then. i try and ask about my aunt just to keep her alive. and every time i’ve mentioned her, my mom shakes her hand, and refuses to acknowledge her.
something took a turn this afternoon. as i was sitting with them in the village garden, my mom actually listened as i talked about her sister. and when i suggested that we try and find her sister, she looked at me with eyes that said, ‘ok’.
we smiled. hugged and took a tiny step towards healing.