Tissues

I found a dressing gown that used to belong to my Nonna. She wore it all the time when she lived with Mum and I, while she was having chemo. She died 4 years ago. The other day when I picked it up, I found a bunch of scrunched up tissues in the pocket. I could see my Nonna in front of me, sitting on the couch with her hand in her pocket, scrunching her tissues. I reached into the pocket, and as I scrunched the tissues in my hands, I could feel her hand under mine, doing the same.

I found a dressing gown that used to belong to my Nonna. But it will never bring her back.