Sophie B. Hawkins sits on the steps of her home in the late afternoon.
A little girl runs on the crunchy orange leaves in the park.
She stretches out on a tree limb and rests her head on the branch. She sits on a homemade swing attached to the tree.
The little girl skips in her fenced backyard.
Back on the steps, she rubs her hand across her forehead.
The little girl holds a balloon in the forest. She rides her bicycle.
Hawkins sits on a park bench.
The little girl jumps up and down.
Hawkins takes in the scent of a bandana, wrapped around her hands as she sits on the boat.
The little girls lets the balloon go.
Hawkins rocks on the porch steps, holding the bandana to her chin. She takes her hat as she sits on the swing.
Autumn was her father’s favorite season. As a child, she would play as he raked the leaves. He pushed her on the swing. She helped him put the leaves in the bag. He would then take her out for ice cream. He let her have an extra scoop with as many toppings as she wanted. She and her family would go the cider mill for cinnamon doughnuts and pick out their pumpkins in time for Halloween.
Cancer took him from her once she became a teenager. The visits to the cider mill had stopped a few years ago. He had been too weak to go out. She and sister went with their boyfriends instead. However, it wasn’t the same without their parents there with them. She and her sister asked their boyfriends’ opinions on a pumpkins. But they glanced over at them while they talked amongst each other. After their father passed, her sister said she didn’t want to go to cider mill anymore. She went by herself and walked through the orchards, thinking of how her family used to be.
At least once a week, she checks in on her mother. She sits down and talks with her at the dinner table. Her mother tells her about the neighbors. She asks her mom about her leg. Her mom says it’s feeling better. However, as her mother walks to the kitchen, she can see mom lean to the left. She gets up from her chair and helps her mother. Her mom insists she’s okay as she hands her a cup of coffee.
While she kisses her mom goodbye, she tells her to be careful and call if she needs anything. From her mirror, she sees her mother standing at the door, watching her pull out of the driveway. She turns the corner, looking at the for sale signs in the neighborhood and jots down some numbers.
Director: N/A Year: 1995