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Beautifully Different
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- The sun had almost fully set and the sky was growing darker. The pavement was covered in ice and snow, surrounded by bare winter trees. Only a small light coming from a window of a nearby house. Why did mother and I have to move here, to Canada? Back home was warm, and sunny, unlike what I’ve experienced here. I continue to walk, spotting my mother peering through the window, waiting for me, like every other day. I ring the doorbell and my mother answers greeting me with a warm hug. I wipe my boots off on the doormat and enter the house. My mother helps me undress, taking off my boots and my thick blue coat.
- Mother had already set the table for dinner. She placed the hot food on the table as I watched the steam rise to the ceiling. Mother started a conversation about our two cats, then suddenly stopped. “What did he do when you gave him dried food?” I ask. “Mother, are you listening to me?” “Oh I don’t remember, I think he scratched the ground near his bowl and left.” Our conversation about cats ended shortly after and we sat in silence while we ate dinner.Mother suddenly asks, “So what did you do at school today?” “Oh, the usual” I reply “We drew pictures like we do every other day. We never study like you said you did at your old school. Today I drew a family… our family. Want to see it?” “Sure, let’s go into the living room first.”
- We both rushed for the most comfortable chair and managed to squeeze together side by side. I dig through my backpack reaching for the painting. “Here it is, here’s the family!” I exclaim. Mother didn’t say anything, she sat in silence. It looks as if she was angry and sad. I sat very still in my chair, not knowing what to do. “Do you like it?” I say, breaking the silence. Mother stared at the painting for a little longer. “This is not our family. You, your father, and I don’t look like this. Your father’s beard isblack, not red and I don’t have blue eyes and blonde hair I have dark eyes and black hair. Youdon’t have blue eyes, freckles, and blonde hair tied in a ponytail. Our family is dark-skinned and dark-haired. This is not our family that you drew, is it?”
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