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Post by Sienna Winterhaven on Jan 22, 2011 1:57:25 GMT -6
"Please tell your mother thank you for her work," the old man said to Sienna as she handed over the parcel of clothing that had been mended for him. She had done most of it, however she didnt mind letting him think her mother had done it. Neomi Winterhaven thought of herself as strong and wouldnt like people to know how weak she was. Sienna, to a degree, respected that, so she went along with it.
"She'll be please to know you're happy with it," the young woman replied with an incline of her head as she was paid. Her smile was warm as she waved goodbye to him and set off for home once more. That was her third and final delivery, and Sienna was looking forward to getting home to the shop and her mother.
For just under a year now her mother Neomi had been ill, and nothing seemed to help her. She'd sat Sienna down only a few months ago and explained that she knew she was dying, and that Sienna needed to be strong. 'You're my daughter. You're strong and you'll be okay,' the older woman had said when Sienna had started crying. Her mother was the only family Sienna had and the thought of losing her brought tears to her eyes.
But so far, her mother had held on, fighting whatever it was that plagued her body. The physician's didnt know what it was, only that it wasnt contagious and that it was killing her.
Breaking herself from those morbid thoughts, she ducked past a man carrying crates so as to avoid wearing the tomatoes inside them. Her dress was plain at best, and she had forgone her sewing apron in leiu of going out to perfrom those deliveries. One to the blacksmith, one to the woman who owned the flower stall and the last to Mr Simmon's, the old man who lived on the edges of the city.
It was a long trek, but Sienna liked getting out of the house for some fresh air. And to think. |
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