"What did she look like, my mother?"
Julie looked at me, her expression was not a surprised one, she knew that was coming. She let out a long sigh and sat down in the small chair in the room.
"Oh, honey. She was beautiful. Her face looked just like yours and so did her features. With piercing green eyes, exactly the same as yours, you could have been sisters."
Julie had been staring at the chair's armrest, but just then she looked up into my eyes. I felt an incredible loving thankfulness to her. She was the one person who could actually connect me, in some way, to my mother. Even if it was in a small way, what did it matter? Julie continued with her description,
"She had auburn-brown hair, with the slightest curl."
Why couldn't my hair look like that? I guess that is what Julie meant when she said our faces looked alike.
"Did she tell you where she lived?" I was trying to be hopeful, but I strongly doubted the answer would be yes.
"No"
That answer didn't surprise me but yet it still made my eyes start to water with disappointment. I mean the chances of me finding my mother were just so slim. It hit me hardest, then, that I may never know my mother, ever. Julie interrupted my thoughts.
"You know, I'm going to leave and give you some time to process all this and to read the note."
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
Wow, that was the most intense writing i've read all day. I like this part of your story the best so far. One part of your enrty that I really liked was that I thought that the dialog made the characters distinct. Leenor sounds like an interesting person. I felt like I was in the room with them. I enjoy your writing because it is very easy to read. Please keep writing.
That was really good. Even though I didn't read part1-6, it made me feel like i could picture what was happening in the story.i liked it becasue of the way you described everything. Also because of the emotion in it. It really made me want to read the ones before it.
Post a Comment