The Eyes Are the Best Part

by Monika Kim

We’re lucky. For once, Umma drops the subject.

felt this in my bones

Somehow, I had become the mother and she the daughter. Her weight was heavy against me, her head resting on my chest. I wondered if she could hear how fast my heart was beating. There was a delicate, tenuous thread tying us together. If I moved, would it break? Just in case, I held still, as solid and unmoving as a statue.