Her husband walked in the door after work to find supper not yet started, and the table covered with piles of brightly colored squares of paper.
He stood there watching as her stiff fingers clumsily folded a bright yellow square turn by turn until a small paper crane took shape, matching dozens of others in a rainbow of colors that were filling the cardboard box sitting near her feet.
“What’s for supper?” he asked quizzically, eyeing the clean kitchen counter and unused stove behind her.
“It’s make your own night,” she replied, noting that there was sandwich fixings and leftover chicken in the fridge.
“Ok…. what are you doing, and how long have you been at it?”
“Since early this morning,” she mumbled, intently focused on the task at hand, “I have to finish them tonight, the doctor doesn’t think she’s going to make it to the morning.”
Japanese tradition holds that anyone who folds 1000 origami cranes will be granted a wish by the gods.