The Sun Rises

Vittoria

Morning sunlight, like warm honey, trickled through the high boutique windows, soft and golden, glazing all the racks of silk and cotton with a dreamy shimmer. My mother walked a few steps in front of me, her fingertips grazing fabrics as though reconnecting with the world through texture. She wore a pale blue dress I had bought her last week, her first real outing outfit in years, and he