One Thousand Paper Cranes -- One Thousand Paper Cranes Short Stories E

One Thousand Paper Cranes walkway toward his mothers cutroom, Mark slowed his pace. His heart ached and felt heavy. His mothers illness hung over him like a shroud, turning his life black. She had cancer in her lungs and he didnt know wherefore and who to blame. She didnt smoke, so why did it have to happen to her. He questioned. He halt at the door, gathering his thoughts. What would he say to his mother?. He took a intricate breath, gathered his strength, and opened the door quietly. Mom, how are you today? Im distressing I havent come to see you for a while. Mark said as he smiled at her trying to be cheerful. Mom, I have a surprise for you today. Im sure you will love it. He held his surprise easy his back with his right hand, only was so excited that he couldnt tegument his feelings. He imagined her smiling as he revealed his gift. Maggie lay in her bed , lost in thought, and showed little interest. Mark, is that you? Come close to me. She glanced at her give-and-take a nd tried to move her body to sit up, but she couldnt. She took a deep sigh and said, Im sorry, Mark. I dont feel good today. She knew she was dying. She suffered from lung cancer for a year. She had ii painful operations in the hold up couple of months that had drained in all of her strength. She was getting lameer and weaker. Now she stayed in bed all day, reading, watching TV, see occasional visitors, and remembering her life. She found momentary relief with her visitors, but unceasingly she would quickly tire and have to sleep. She smelled death around her. An independent adult female all of her life, she wanted to take care of herself, but she was too weak to do so. Her body was dying daily, but her mind remained clear so she started writing her journal. She a... ...cranes and wonder at the folding. I will treasure senbazulu for years. convey your Japanese friend for me. Mark had forgotten about the thousand cranes since his last visit. That was a wonderful gift for her . He didnt really believe its myth, but he wondered now that maybe it could be true. Summer was over. Four months passed since he had a family reunion at his hometown. He sat on his mothers empty-bellied bed in the dimly lit room and looked at the cranes hiatus on the wall. His mother had died. He read her last letter to him. For a moment, a cool fall breeze fanned into the room by means of the slightly opened window. He could hear his grandfathers old clock across the room ticking loudly. He thought that one of the cranes smiled down at him, broke free and flew in the sky. He cried as he watched it dissolve into the horizon. Take care of my mom, he whispered.