My grandma threw herself down on her back.
I put a dish with sliced apples on the table for her.
These sliced apples were all transparent like aloe-vera, with tiny pieces of red skin left on them for decorative purposes.
Before I knew it, my grandma’s wrinkles in her face had disappeared, though her face was peppered with freckles like Pippi Longstocking.
She smiled and leveled her forefinger at me drawing a circle of the lights in the air.
(5/13/01)