Happy soul
Mama was the sun, she radiates with love. Mama was the rain,she flushes with warmth. Mama was beauty; a single mother at 55 getting advances from men my age. Mama works,cooks and tells the best stories. She wanted to be a scriptwriter but she's a cook. She insists they are both great.At 27,Mama gave me her golden bracelet, it was from her father who died before I was born. Mama's got a wild knowledge on all topics, so we talk about everything save my father; I was a child born of rape. Mama didn't tell me that. Mama was happy with our life. We're not rich. We're not poor either.Mama got cancer. She hid it from me. She did it well. I was a surgical intern preparing for my final exams to be a resident. Mama had begged the Dr. Not to say.I found out, the drugs , the files, the chemo. Every morning she places a kiss on my head and my cheeks, keeping her secret to myself hurts my soul,it wasn't the first secret i had found out, but this was taking Mama away from me. Mama was happy. Mama liked 'happy'. It had to stay that way until she was ready.
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She sounds like a really good mom, not letting her illness change the daughter's life until it must. Staying happy. So important!
I like this story a lot.
I like that you like it.Thanks for dropping by. I wanted my main character full of life no matter whatever shit the world throws at her. I don't know if I am gonna kill her in the end. If I do, it would be a memorable burial, one filled with people leaving the moment rather than wallowing in mourning.
Oh, this really packs a punch! Single mother, still so attractive, young-looking, and deliberately happy, she gets men half her age making advances; then comes the first punch, * we talk about everything save my father; I was a child born of rape. Mama didn't tell me that.* Then the double whammy: Mama was happy with our life. We're not rich. We're not poor either. Mama got cancer. She hid it from me. Then, it wasn't the first secret i had found out, but this was taking Mama away from me. Mama was happy. Mama liked 'happy'. It had to stay that way until she was ready. You don't say if she survived the cancer, but one word choice, the consistent "was," conveys the loss. Maybe this is only a fiction, but it has the ring of authenticity. A powerful freewrite - short but packed full of meaning. Well done. (I love your mother, even if this is "only fiction".)
I love when you drop your opinion on my post. Thanks a bunch.
And yes it's a fiction. I have been reading too much about cancer recently, I guess that's why my write up slipped to something about it.😀
Oh...
Wems... Oh... 🔥
Are you about to sing?😛
Wonderful story! It goes along with this weeks image so well! The girl looking away does seem like she’s holding onto her mother’s secret.