It was coffee with Sister at Starbucks day.
The sky was all gloomy on that wet Wednesday. The usual Irish winter
We sat by the window, facing Thomas Street.
“Look at the tattoo shop,” my sister said
“You know what if a tattoo is not prohibited, I’d tattoo the birthday wish Mama wrote for me”
“Which part?” She asked
I took a deep breath trying to hold back my tears and reply
“The ‘I love you. Love, Mama’ part”.
and tears started to well up in my eyes