I AM DYING

KARLA

Jenny stood there staring in the mirror with a tear-stricken face. However, it was not her tears that made me crumble inwardly; it was the baldness of her head. Jenny was completely bald. My legs stayed glued to the ground; I could not go back nor come in further as uncontrollable tears streamed down my cheeks.

Jenny sniffed and wiped her eyes with the back of her palm.

“Well…will you stand there all day and look at me, or will you come in here and get what you want?” she asked, not turning to look at me.

“Jenny,” I cried, walking towards her and enveloping her in a warm embrace.

She held me back and let her emotions overcome her once more. We wept together for a while before she pulled away from me. I was not sure I had cried this bitterly in my life before. My chest was heavy, and she was not even my relative.

Jenny was a strong woman. She helped me sit on her bed and consoled me until I got a grip on myself. I have wanted to cry this long