Winged Feet

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Winged Feet by Kristiana Yao

I remember how Mama always would walk, happily smiling and climbing up steps. At the peak of her walking in IL, she began to not "Ooooh!" when she climbed up steps, but "M." when she climbed up steps.

One day, at Villa Saint Benidict, the retirement home where she lived, we were waiting for her return from the chapel. I was waiting with Papa and my mother when I peeked and saw her walking down the road. I went into view for her and smiled. It seemed like she was flying just then, she zoomed down the road lickety split! Her feet went pitterpat pitterpat.

I'll always remember that experience.

--Kristiana