I watched as the clothes went into Idina's suitcase. I tried not to let any more tears fall. If I did, then I knew the tears would never stop.
It dawned on me that I hadn't brushed my hair that day. "May I use your brush?" I asked. Idina nodded, and I reached out for the new brush my mom had bought for Idina to take to Arizona.
As I brushed my hair, it got a little stuck in the brush. When I finished, I looked down and saw that some strands of hair were still caught in the brush's head. I was about to take them out when Idina told me not to. "That way, I can still have part of you with me," she said, and I actually laughed at the notion of Idina keeping my hair caught in her brush.
Idina laughed, too. It was such a welcome sound, after all the silence we'd been through. She reached out and hugged me. "I'm going to miss you," she whispered.
It was the last time we laughed together before she went to Arizona.