I have a wonderful new story from Nurit Henig; I am so thrilled to have another contribution from such a wonderfur author. This story is so utterly visual, so unusual, and so touching, and it relates the mother/daughter experience during hard times in such a positive and uplifting way, I find it quite unique. Enjoy!
By Nurit Henig
Mother looks at her face in the round mirror.
She moves to the side, disappears, and then comes back to me, inspecting, moving forward, backwards. She smoothes one cheek back, straightens it, and then the other, as if she was kneading, in soft plasticine, a face she promised would soon be beautiful.
The apartment is always crowded with people and children, sounds and noises inside and out. During summer our street is buzzing with human voices, on the sidewalks, the road, in the backyards; coachmen are crying their wares, neighbors chat from balcony to balcony. The houses are white, three stories high, and their roofs white with laundry. Noontime in Tel Aviv is hot and humid, only in the evening you can enjoy the western breeze as it comes from the sea.