“I want to do Mom’s makeup every morning,” I said. Everyone stopped and looked at me. Grandma blinked. “She doesn’t need it…” “She does,” I said, looking at the faces peering back at me. “I’ll take it off at night. I think she deserves to look like she’d want to. Or like she would if she could. And I want to dye her hair too. Back to the color she used to do it.”
