Good Morning Ada

This morning, I awoke to the sounds of Ada’s cane moving swiftly across the floor. It is rare that she can walk on her own, and when she does, she is in another world. It’s like spirits are leading her around. “Wondering,” they call it. I closed my eyes, and listened to her wonder. I must have dozed off, because the next time I opened my eyes, she was sitting on the edge of the couch with me. She stared at me stoic faced, then said in her harsh Polish accent “I want to die.”