The first thing I notice is her eyes are still a little puffy. She looks exotic like she’s got mixed race blood. No one else would notice unless you knew they only look chinese-y when they’re swollen. Then I notice she’s still wearing ht e coated paper ID band from the hospital. She’s smiling broadly, showing me all the gaps in her teeth, showing me everything is going to be okay. She’s okay. She want’s to know how my week with Mami was. I’m staring at the little book she’s clutching in her hand ; it is a little palm sized book with a big yellow daisy on the cover. I notice two fingernails are the only casualties to her prized manicure. My mom has the longest, fanciest nails of any mom of my class. I think no one will know what happened and then I notice the fourth bad thing. Even with the expert makeup job from her working at the MAC cosmetics counter you’ll eventually notice the impression of his boot tread on her forehead.
8 min on the F train, 5.13.14
prompt source was the title of a prayer booklet being read out loud on the train
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