She appeared in the sky, unfailingly, whenever I was depressed or unhappy. She never, ever let me down. I envied the malleability of clouds to assume any form, to become a symbol of hope.
The same eyes, bindi, expressions gesturing cheer….
How did the clouds mimic my mother so well?
Note: ‘Bindi’ is a vermilion dot painted on the forehead, by Hindu women in India.
Inspired by Sammi Cox at