She took a slow breath.
“My daughter passed away six years ago. »
The words hung between us.
“She loved colors. Bright dresses. Bold lipstick. Big earrings. Every birthday she would tell me, ‘Mom, promise me you’ll stop wearing gray all the time.’ » Dresses
A sad smile crossed her face.
“I always laughed and told her bright colors weren’t for women my age. »
She looked directly at me.
“Tonight I realized I was still living like life was something to postpone. »
Neither of us spoke.
Then she surprised me.
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