Browsing through the mail, I came across her letter. I didn’t recognize the handwriting.

The name, Lucy, on the return address gave my stomach a jolt. It had to be bad news.

It was written in Spanish. I had to refresh my skills. I read it a few times; although, the message was clear.

 Dearest,

Your brother, George, died on December, 28, 2020. I just received notification from the 

sanatorium. His remains were donated to scientific research. He was cremated and buried by them. I have no location. 

Sorrowful,

Lucy

Despite my sorrow, I prayed the research could save another.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Memoir

Word Count: 100 words

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***** George Anthony Diaz Maisonet was born December 14, 1957.

He was born with a disability. He lived with my mother until she passed in 2010.

Lucy was his caretaker/companion until she became ill and could not care for him. 

The government placed him in a sanatorium. They did not notify the family.

This will be added to my memoir. 

I’ll be right back. You sit and make a poop.

“Okay, Mommy,” she said, in her sweet high pitch voice.

Ivy sprinted to the laundry room. My last chore, then I can put my feet up.

Instead shock covered Ivy’s face as she gazed upon her 18 month olds mess.

“Nikki, what have you done?”

“I cover the poop with paper and powder just like you.”

“Honey, I clean-up the poop, then, add the powder. You put the poop and the powder together. But, you’re a good girl because you pooped in the potty.” Great job! 

Goodbye to rest.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt:©TrishNankivell

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