I found an earring this morning while cleaning up the house. I was sweeping my living room, getting rid of the dust had settled over the last few months. All those mornings missing her, I couldn’t make it out of bed. Finally on a morning when the yellow sunlight streamed in through my window. The warmth made me smile before I even opened my eyes. Spring time. Maybe a new season could make me feel ready for it all again.
I pushed forward the couch to get the stuff left unattended. There it was, a white enamel rose missing its back. It had yellowed slightly on the petals making the bloom look almost alive. I picked it up in my hands and was startled by how light it felt. For all the memories that came rushing back to me. My mother’s hair swept back when she wore them, reddish strands shimmering in the light. Her clear, shinning nails as she brushed the strands back. Smelling the lavender scent that followed her everywhere.
I put the earring in my ear, using a pencil eraser to keep it on. And just like that, I was back in bed, the blinds shut tight, wondering how I could ever have thought things would be okay again.