A Mother's Final Portrait
After that, she sat on the couch, holding my portrait as she waited for death to claim her.
I glided over and looked at her. Her breathing was getting faster, and her pupils started to dilate. Her lips were dyed a striking red.
"Why did you do that, Mom? Do you think death will grant you my understanding?"
'It will not. I will never forgive you!' I thought vehemently. My mother's life was slipping away, and so was the vague connection tying me to her.
I glided to the house's entrance. The moment I was at the entrance, the connection was no more. My mother called out to me, "Jessica!" She was careful, but there was ecstasy in her eyes.
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