by mymothersbrain

Growing up, they were more than sisters -- they were best friends. Several years back my tia Blasa (right) had knee replacement surgery. My mom did not leave her hospital bedside for nearly an entire day except to go to the bathroom. She sat there and prayed for her sister. Now, in the wake of a second knee surgery, my mom only says, "What's your name? You're so pretty. I like your blouse, your pants, your shoes." She even pointed to her scar and asked, "Does that hurt?" Still, I'm glad I have this moment of them at Blasita's rehab facility. Text and photo © Beatriz Terrazas 2011