100 Years Project Anthology
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my mother standing in the doorway to my room.<br />
“Ellie…” I close my eyes and sigh for a moment, knowing I have to<br />
finish my sentence. Knowing my daughter has a right to know.<br />
“Mum, if I show you me…” her voice is like honey; so sweet. I want<br />
to hang on to every moment of it, “If you show me your notebook,<br />
which I know is full of poems. I’ll show you me; my poems.” I blink<br />
for a moment; wondering if what I heard was true. Does my daughter<br />
really know me better than I know her?<br />
I hand her the papers; she inhales sharply. As I watch her face, my<br />
breathing quickens. I focus on her eyes as they skim over a few pages.<br />
Tears well in them. As she draws her notebook out of her pocket<br />
she smiles slightly. Then she says, “Oh, Ellie, I’m so sorry.”<br />
I love her. She has to know everything. I can’t stop now. So, I continue,<br />
“I’ve been like a foreign land to you. And maybe it’s because<br />
I’ve been caught in the past and you in the future. My life is almost<br />
written, but yours… yours is a blank page.”<br />
I shudder at her mention of my enemy, but then I laugh slightly as I<br />
notice my mother’s amusement at my reaction. “You know, I wondered,”<br />
she says, “Why the top page you gave me was a blank one.<br />
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