PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala
Our sister’s transformation from a lively girl to a depressed doll took a toll on us.
Our cousin, Rose, who accompanied us in one of the trips could make her smile and talk, a couple of times.
During the campfire, our sister almost danced a few steps.
Rose was quick to intervene when she kept staring at the fire.
“Well, what do you see?”
“Folded human hands, requesting help!”
“Oh! It reminds me of the grilled, spicy corn cobs, so D.E.L.I.C.I.O.U.S.!”
“That sounds yummy!” Our sister cried enthusiastically.
Sometimes, all we need is someone to alter our cerebrations.