Jan 3, 2017 | Thinking About Life
“Ik ben bang,” my Oma whispered to me. Her hands were shaking and her watery eyes were looking deep into mine. “Ik ben bang,” she said again. “I’m scared.” “It’s okay, Oma. You are okay. I’m with you. Don’t be scared.” She didn’t know who I was. My aunt had tried to...
