Black Poppies (open)
Sept 7, 2011 23:17:16 GMT -5
Post by Azure on Sept 7, 2011 23:17:16 GMT -5
Braelyn Adiar
I throw my boots on and step outside my door, my feet immediately sinking into the mud. With a sigh I move on, headed for the flower fields. Mum is sick, and there's nothing I can do to save her. No medicines, no herbal remedies, no cure. They can't figure out what's wrong with her, and that troubles me the most. I know it will only be a matter of time until she too, will slip away. A mixed flower petal tea will clear her lungs, but all too soon, the disease will return. But I do what I can to make her last days here on the earth as bearable as possible.
I glance up at the sky, the clouds were dark, almost as if they were weeping. I don't know what I'll do when my mother is gone, perhaps they will send me to community home. I don't care though, couldn't be much worse as it is now.
I remember the day I first knew something was wrong with mum. I had come home from the fields, my bag packed with poached game. Excited, I ran to mother's room and lifted a small hare from my sack. But mum didn't notice. What I saw then I will never forget. She was sitting on the bed looking at the floor. Upon further inspection I noticed blood on her hands, so much blood. "Momma?" I cried. I didn't get a response. Mum started crying, and I along with her.
It hasn't been quite the same since that day. Even on good days all mum can manage to do is stand for mere seconds. The weight of taking care of the house clearly shows on my face. With many sleepless nights, I'm begining to develop dark, sagging circles. I'm not a pretty sight.
As I reach the edge of the flower field I pause. Someone is already here. I can't make who it is in the dim lighting. Not taking any risks however, I stay where I'm standing. [/color]
I throw my boots on and step outside my door, my feet immediately sinking into the mud. With a sigh I move on, headed for the flower fields. Mum is sick, and there's nothing I can do to save her. No medicines, no herbal remedies, no cure. They can't figure out what's wrong with her, and that troubles me the most. I know it will only be a matter of time until she too, will slip away. A mixed flower petal tea will clear her lungs, but all too soon, the disease will return. But I do what I can to make her last days here on the earth as bearable as possible.
I glance up at the sky, the clouds were dark, almost as if they were weeping. I don't know what I'll do when my mother is gone, perhaps they will send me to community home. I don't care though, couldn't be much worse as it is now.
I remember the day I first knew something was wrong with mum. I had come home from the fields, my bag packed with poached game. Excited, I ran to mother's room and lifted a small hare from my sack. But mum didn't notice. What I saw then I will never forget. She was sitting on the bed looking at the floor. Upon further inspection I noticed blood on her hands, so much blood. "Momma?" I cried. I didn't get a response. Mum started crying, and I along with her.
It hasn't been quite the same since that day. Even on good days all mum can manage to do is stand for mere seconds. The weight of taking care of the house clearly shows on my face. With many sleepless nights, I'm begining to develop dark, sagging circles. I'm not a pretty sight.
As I reach the edge of the flower field I pause. Someone is already here. I can't make who it is in the dim lighting. Not taking any risks however, I stay where I'm standing. [/color]
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