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12/29/2013 (Sunday)- Hail Mary
She sits praying her rosary.
A ritual, a comfort, a sigh.
The ticks of the old wooden beads like seconds of a clock as she whispers each Hail Mary, giving up time to her faith and prayers. A prayer for good health, one for family’s success and prosperity, and one hoping that her only son would visit.
It’s been a long hard life.
A knock at the door, a nurse checking-in, leaving. Never staying long.
She returns to her wooden rosary, brown beads and prayers trickling like sands down an hour-glass. Not much left. The prayer almost done.