The Season of Scarves and Quiet Miracles
Treatment days had their own weather—gray skies, sudden sun, strange winds. Neighbors brought casseroles. A teacher dropped off Mom’s favorite novels. The bus driver saved an extra seat when mornings were hard. Once, a stranger at the grocery store saw Mom steady herself by the apples, took off her own scarf, and tied it gently around Mom’s head. No words. Just quiet grace.
