Special blog for Twestival Beirut 2011
As a teenager, I witnessed a very emotional whispering scene between my mom and her friend. Loris was the second wife of my mom’s cousin and was revealing something that looked like a mixture of shocking, sad, painful, desperate and scary all at once kind of news. I didn’t dare ask what was going and no one ever told me. But it was evident by Loris’ changing looks from one visit to another that something was eating her up from inside. She shrunk and her skin changed color with time. Her hair fell off, she covered her head with a nice scarf and later a wig. Then my mom started visiting her at home as she couldn’t make it out of the house. The last time my mom saw her was at the hospital as she was ready to give up her fight with breast cancer.
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