A woman’s story of immigration and finding peace.
Elora lived alone, kind of. She didn’t have any pets. Her only child had left the nest long ago. However, she had her beloved plants which sprawled across two of the four walls in her living room. She sat in her favorite armchair which sat against the northern-facing window, marveling at them in thought, her breathing a bit labored. The low sun illuminated the room as she became…
