By Denise Mills
That time my mother was dying from breast cancer and had booked in for a mastectomy, my father told her, “I’ll still love you with only one boob," while smiling to himself over what a great catch he was as a husband (his head tilted to the side and there was a look on his face that reminded me of a good puppy, waiting for a pat), that was the first time I saw a flicker of rage in my mother’s pale blue eyes (instead of the sadness), but her mouth replied: “I know you will”.
Denise Mills is a reader, writer and reformed accountant living in Central West NSW, Australia.
Image by Nick Botka, an artist living in Oregon; find his visuals here and his music here.