100 Years Project Anthology
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“Ellie!” She says with genuine shock as if she forgot that I lived<br />
here. “Well…” She hesitates, getting quieter.<br />
“Mum…” I whisper.<br />
I feel shy under my daughter’s questioning gaze. “Ellie…I…”<br />
“What’s wrong? Won’t you trust me?” I plead with her, never realising<br />
how much we were separated; choosing to live our lives apart.<br />
“Mum?”<br />
“Ellie, you’ll forever be that gem I need to protect,” I find myself<br />
repeating words of the poem I had written. “You’re too precious to<br />
be chipped, or broken, or lost.”<br />
There’s a flow to her words that I recognise. I get flashes of myself<br />
sitting at my desk and staring out the window, trying to process my<br />
life. With lines sometimes rhyming, sometimes just flowing.<br />
“Mum…” My shield breaks and tears flow. I turn and run. Vaguely I<br />
hear her calling,<br />
“Ellie… Ellie, wait!” In a flurry I’m at my desk; grabbing pages. I’m<br />
unaware through my fog of sadness, sorrow, and fear. I turn determined,<br />
wiping the tears from my face. I get a slight shock when I see