Martian Wallpaper - Part Two

By Wen Wen Yang

Every time John visits his son, he holds the baby up to the camera. When he visited me, I asked John if I could receive updates regarding my plants as well and he laughed.

“Let your staff do the work, you just have to rest.” He kissed the top of my head like my father used to when I was a child. My headache kept pounding with my pulse and I could measure…