Ready For… II 57B

=Steph stretched her arms backwards, pulling her upper body with it in an effort to release the tension from being haunched over for hours. She then let out a heavy sigh that signaled the finality of her work as she stepped back and looked at the dress she had so painstakingly, yet almost obsessively envisioned, drawn and created with fabric. She smiled, proud of her work like she almost always is.

She had left the hospital early with every intention of finally finishing this and now she’s done. She looked around and found the closest chair, set it a few feet in front of the dress and sat down to continue her admiration and refusal to praise herself. “Mom?” The call startled her. His deep voice is something that always surprises her but she knows it nonetheless. As she turned to look back at the door, she noticed the darkening blue of the evening sky before she saw her son.