Four years since I've seen my sister in person, and four months since I've seen my mom — or anyone—without a mask. Now they are in my bed, Mom in the middle, my sister and I holding hands across her belly. We are watching Taylor Swift’s The Eras Tour movie. It is strange, seeing their mouths. Their faces bare, I can see the full range of their expressions. Delight. Comfort. Affection. Awe. We like the film—and perhaps even each other—more than expected. "I'm really enjoying this," my sister smiles, watching the screen. "Me too," I say, watching her.
Molly Freedenberg is a disabled writer with MECFS living in California. She is working on a memoir about living in an art monastery in Italy.