Motoko Bailey

Motoku Bailey was a good woman, a good friend to my mother and my family, in good times and bad. In my mother’s last years, whenever Mrs. Bailey was coming to visit, my mother would get energized in joyful anticipation, no matter how unwell she had been feeling just a short time before. She would scurry to spruce up the house, which was always already spotless anyway, and prepare snacks or treats. During the visits, whether they were just a half an hour or several hours, the house would ring...