Are you okay? " My mystery girl had asked with a look of worry, etched on her angelic features. Surely, had my paleness been one of a ghost. My body, the one of a goose and my eyes widened about to be popped out. Her well manicured fingers had made a bee line for my arms but my faithful friend had taken control again.
“Where will we sit?” I whispered. She didn't say anything, she only pointed toward a tabled near a wall of windows that I'm pretty sure was bulletproofed and unbreakable. I shook my head as an overweight woman started complaining about her feet hurting. I looked down to see her heels hanging off of her sandals and toes jammed together in the front of the pointy shoes. For the first time since granny had passed, I felt like laughing, so I did.
Neither of us talked about it again, as if it were a betrayal that was now unspeakable. So I never found a way to ask her why she had hoped for something so large that failure was inevitable” (tan 503). this quote shows how she felt after she disapointed her mother. When i say she grew out her mother grip i mean she became her own person. She found herself as of seperating from her mother and doing what she wanted.
I watched my mother fade away slowly as she was battling pancreatic cancer. I looked after her everyday as best as I could; however, the feeling of my eventual solitude was unbearable.The thought of my mother’s imminent demise made me feel like my heart was being continuously stabbed. Watching my mother suffer was one of the hardest things I have ever had to go through. After her passing; something changed in me, darkness filled where love once was. I always knew deep down, that my mum was not going to make it; however, knowing this did not make it any easier.
No one could help me; no words could calm me down. I was still sobbing two days after the funeral. My muffled sounds seemed to affect the whole house. They were the only sounds that could be heard. Through a veil of tears, I saw my sons taking care of me, of guests, of the home, giving their father’s clothes, and plants away to charity.
I looked to the left where my mom sat, now stroking her hand up and down my back, and my dad standing behind her with a smile. And I realized, not only was I ready to jump over whatever hurdles life gave me, but I had people around me who were willing to hold my hand and cheer me on over them. I felt strangely prepared to face the inevitable situation that struck me that Friday the 13th, and no other choice felt right other than to learn how to live with it. As the saying goes, “the only way out is through.” So through, I
I never hurt a livin’ creetur: but happenn’ so suddenly upon’t I thowt,’How can I say what I might ha’one to myseln,or her,or both! “but I see thee, Rachael, setten by he bed, I ha’ seen htee, aw this night. In my troublous sleed I ha’ known thee still to be there. Evermore I will see thee there. I nevermore will see her or think o’ her, but thou shalt be beside her.
Sting, uh. I wonder if my absence felt the same way - though I could hardly say I’m living my best life, here. Though, now that I could see it with my own eyes, I’m assured that she made the right choice. It’s funny, how tables turn. Or maybe we’re on the same side of that table.
It was dark, but I could still see the desperate look in his eyes as he clutched me. “I won’t stay,” he said, the words almost too much for his cracked lips and hollowed cheeks to muster. “Iain, I leave before sunrise, come with me, please.” I shook my