An Aside: My First Nurse

I know now her name was Disarsha Liporas, aitza.

She was the first nurse I could remember. She was short for an aitzas woman, with her hair trailing from the bun on top of her head still reaching her feet. It reached the floor even though the bun was three coils high. Her hair was white gold from age and once, she told me, it used to be a warm gold like harvest sun on wheat fields. I begged her to let it down one year during Jitzmitthra and it was almost as long again as her height when she