I am starting to see the bones in her arms and legs. Constant chills keep her bundled up in warm jackets and fuzzy slippers. She tells me her new weight as if it were an accomplishment: 91 pounds – ten pounds lower than before I left for school. Slowly, the door creaks open, and, with one glimpse, my heart sinks further into my chest. My hands tremble as I wait on her front porch I have not seen her since August. I cannot give Auntie Serena the same bear hug that remains so deep in my memory from childhood. Her declining health challenges her spirits. While Serena does not have children, we love to say that I am her adopted niece – that always lifts her spirits. Her beautiful home is within walking distance of mine, and I vividly remember riding my bicycle – even my tricycle – around the neighborhood to deliver the biggest hug to my favorite, eccentric, compassionate, happy-go-lucky neighbor, Serena. We have grown so close over the years – fourteen years, to be more precise. Anxiously knocking on her front door, I did not know what to expect…
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