Ice Cream

I visited my cousin in the hospital. Cancer, and it didn’t look promising. There were a lot of tubes and blinking machines but it was quiet. We talked some but mostly she slept. A tray of food showed up. I put potatoes on a spoon but she turned away. She tried to say something but I couldn’t make it out. Finally, I understood. There was ice cream on the tray. I fed my cousin ice cream. I told her all I could recall about our time together as kids. Something there is about ice cream and the good old days.