Day 33 by Aisha Graham

Author:Aisha Graham [Graham, Aisha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BookBaby
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

DAY 24

“WHAT else do you have for me today?” Diana asked as she flipped through her notebook. Last night’s occurrence made Evita realize she actually did need Diana’s assistance after all, and she called for an emergency visit. Evita reluctantly brushed the dust off of another photo album she found in her basement. After waking up in a pool of sweat, she left Kasha’s and continued her search. She uncovered a few more photo albums in the basement.

“This one is more recent. I was born, I was three”, she handed the book over to Diana and initiated a staring battle. The doctor was persistent in getting Evita to be more proactive about her own mental health. Evita was reaching a breaking point and was tired of doing so much “mental” work. The same curiosity that once lingered in Evita’s eyes had turned into resentment.

Evita had already resented her father for kicking her out of his home, demoralizing and possibly harming her mother, and for even hitting Clarice. And who was Michelle? It was all becoming too much to bear, and Evita hoped Diana could finally do some of the work for her.

Diana could sense Evita was becoming fed up, grabbed the book from her arms, and plopped back down into her seat; the level of professionalism between the two of them hadn’t been very well maintained, which was actually a good thing for purposes of a process like this. Diana began flipping through the pages and reached the halfway mark.

“Evita!” She found something. The doctor jumped up and ran to sit next to Evita on the chaise lounge. “Is this you?”

There she was, young Evita, aged three, with three pony tails, two in front and one in back, wrapped in pink silk ribbons. She was smiling from ear to ear, standing next to a stream filled with yellow and pink Lilly pads, swarmed with teal dragonflies.

“That’s her!” tears from both women flooded the room as their pupils viewed an even younger, happier version of Evita’s grandmother. Her hair was long and brown with only a few strands of gray and shared similar texture to Vivian’s youthful curls. Grandma wore a more form fitting dress that they could tell was still hand made with care. It was covered in purple and yellow stripes, and she wore a flower headband at the forefront of her skull. She held Evita’s hand with such care, that Evita could almost feel her wrinkly palm against her own. Diana immediately slammed the book closed.

“How many of her letters have you read?”

“Just a few, maybe two or three, but nothing is telling me anything that I need to know.” Evita slouched over and began searching her bag for a few more unopened letters while wiping her tears of excitement from her cheeks. Each envelope was neatly sealed and addressed to Little Miss Evita. Evita stared on in amazement. She wondered how she could forget such sentiments.

Diana grabbed the remaining letters from Evita’s hands and proceeded to read. This one was dated five months after Vivian’s passing.

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