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    dots Submission Name: i was her mother full-timedots

    Author: andnow
    ASL Info:    19.f.wa
    Elite Ratio:    3.57 - 136/135/42
    Words: 266
    Class/Type: Prose/Serious
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       another part of an english assignment.
    we had to find a quote in a book we read
    and relate it to a relationship between us and someone in our lives.
    and do a character sketch of that person.
    a yellow raft in blue water was my book.

    &#8220;Rayona gave me something to be, made me like other women with children. I was nobody&#8217;s regular daughter, nobody&#8217;s sister, usually nobody&#8217;s wife, but I was her mother full-time&#8221;.

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    dotsi was her mother full-timedots

    When I came home from elementary school, the sight was familiar; my mother watching soap operas. Remote in one hand, glass of wine in the other. Her tiny frame sprawled across the couch, eyes fixed toward the sky as if searching for something greater. She often slept on that couch. I thought this was the image of all mothers. I thought the cheaply boxed wine was a fixture of all refrigerators.
    She later admitted to drinking because she was bored. As I matured, I learned her boredom translated to unhappiness. Her exasperation of life is etched in the lines of her face. They are deep and masked by make-up to uphold a happy face. I dislike make-up. The bags under her eyes emphasize the late hours she spends gambling, or working, or whatever the latest addiction, searching for fulfillment. Even I, at 5'3" feel like a giant next to her dwarfed size, and I doubt her body can handle the stress she places upon it. I&#8217;ve noticed the alcohol in her the slight twitches of her spine and movements. With all her burdens, she is still the most powerful woman I know. Her voice may grate on the irritating side, but it is weighted with capability. She always completes her obligations.
    I look around her bedroom, and notice an offhand note I wrote her once, boldly saying, &#8220;I love you, Mom&#8221;. They are words I speak far too seldom. It is wedged in the frame of her mirror, a daily reminder. I stare it down and all I can think is: &#8220;am I making you happy?&#8221;

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      My Dad was an alcoholic. He would go to the tavern every night and drink and buy for the house until he had no money left. we grew up on everyones cast offs and his cruelty. When he got drunk, he got mean and many times we had bruses and marks from his belt. This is very well written and I could feel the lonliness of a child who needs to be the grownup and nurture instead of being nurtured. Thank you for sharing, Jerilynn
    | Posted on 2008-02-16 00:00:00 | by Jerilynn | [ Reply to This ]
      i was her mother fulltime.

    its an interesting line and its interesting where you went with it. the idea of a child being their mother's mother is one that happens all too often truth be told.

    alcohol and mother figures is a story line i can follow... i have a step mother who drinks a litre or so wine a night... much more if we are having some kind of gathering... i guess when people are unhappy and harbouring regrets alcohol is a good way of trying to mask it only... she doesnt realise when she is drunk she says the most hurtful things to me about me not being hers and well... after 18 years of her living with my father youd think i have some kinda right to a family role... this may seem like a tangent but i promise it isnt... i have a little half sister [shes 13] and she is the one who is her mothers fulltime mother... she does the dishes and hangs out the washing to keep her mother calm and unexplosive... its quite a sad situation...

    are you making your mother happy...? thats a hard one to ask for fear that the answer is no but i'd like to think she is proud of you... i am sure you are a wonderful daughter
    | Posted on 2008-02-13 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]
      there is the light through the curtains in this one.

    what i mean is, at points in life, there is a light shining through the curtains, revealing everything it touches for what it really is.

    you caught your mother in that fleeting beam of dust choked sun.

    and i can see the realization play out in your words.

    only you can every look upon your mother this way.

    it's that special bond that no outsider can ever hope to build.

    and she sees you clearer too, even through her haze.

    she's proud of you though.

    i can see that much with my eyes closed in the dark.
    | Posted on 2007-04-11 00:00:00 | by Sheakhan | [ Reply to This ]
      ah.. my first reaction after reading this was to sigh. It is a good description of a life with an alcoholic mom. a kind of reality check, you know? i think that you deserve an A on this English assignment, if you got any lower, your teacher doesn't know good writing when he/she sees it.
    | Posted on 2007-04-10 00:00:00 | by itsjustme22 | [ Reply to This ]

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