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The selection that I chose to speak about is called Hecate’s gift. It is about a daughter who is going through the horrible experience of having to deal with her mother being diagnosed with cancer. She thinks about the future, remembers the past, and dreads the present. She sat and waited for her mother to go on to a better place, but she hadn’t had food or rest for days and she had to get some rest, She finds Hectatewho is a wonderful nurse who takes care of her mother in her dying hours, while she is away... I rummage through my mother’s closets like a child looking for Christmas gifts. Except this time, it’s not out of excitement. They don’t bring me joy, they bring me sadness. A deep sadness that’s very deep within me, that even I can not uncover. I find a dusty plaque hidden away in a box. It has childhood pictures of my brother and I lacquered on it with a poem about the joys of raising children. The joys obviously didn’t last long since the dust is so thick I would have to scrape it with a razor to read it. Even with the dust I put it into the keep box and continue my search. The boxes around me are filled with so many memories. Even if it is trash, or Salvation Army stuff it has memories all over them. Taunting me, making me imagine the impossible. I continue to work in the empty house. I go upstairs to my old bedroom and look at the pictures of my mother holding me so loving and caring after giving birth to me. Any moment I expect my mom to come in from the garden and hear the tinkling of ice cubes as she fixes herself a glass of tea. And hear her calling me to come outside to help pick the vegetables, but no, I wouldn’t go I was too old to help my mother.
Approximate Word count = 1266
Approximate Pages = 5.1
(250 words per page double spaced)
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