She looked at herself in the mirror, her face was pale and drawn. The effects of radiation were beginning to show. She sighed audibly and watched her reflection fog up in the mirror. She had to tell them soon.
“Mom, come on out we are going to start with the fireworks”, yelled Ritu from the front yard.
“I’m coming”, she called out. She splashed her face with water and stepped out of the bathroom.
She could hear her children counting out in the front yard “6…5…4…”
“3…2…1… Happy New Year”, she exclaimed with her children, Ritu and Rohith. She hugged them tightly and watched the fireworks erupt in the night sky; bursts of green, red, and yellow cascaded down and faded into smoke. She had dreaded the new year and all those nasty changes it will bring to her children’s lives. She had to tell them.
”Not now…”, she told herself.