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Topic: Brown (11/26/09)
TITLE: The Faded Brown Leather Clutch Purse
By Debra Elliott
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My mother and I didn’t see eye to eye. She was an alcoholic and I gave up on her. I didn’t think her life was worth much in life or in death. I was angry with her after all the years I spent taking care of her. It was suppose to be the other way around, but it never was.
When I was sixteen my father died and my mother in her alcoholic wisdom decided it was in my best interest to uproot us and move 3000 miles away from my father’s family. I was angry with her and didn’t decided to run away from home. I didn’t get the chance and we made peace, but not for long.
Throughout my adulthood my mother drank. She wasn’t a funny drunk, but a mean drunk and I suffered from her anger. I stopped speaking to her and even made her leave my home. I had my family to think about. I regretted my decision two years later.
I got the phone call about two years after I ejected my mother out of my life. She was dying. Since I was her only child my aunt called me. When I got to the hospital my mother was in a coma. I didn’t get to tell her I was sorry for the things I had done. My mother died not knowing too I had forgiven her as well.
I packed her clothes neatly in the box for the thrift store and put her pictures in the box to bring home. I spotted the faded brown leather clutch purse at the bottom of a junk pile. Finding it brought back fond memories of my mother. Memories before her drinking bouts.
She used to keep the purse inside her dress next to her heart. I always wondered why she did that. I thought it was because she didn’t want anyone to take her money, but I found out that day she kept it next to her heart for only one reason. Inside the faded brown leather clutch purse was a few old coins and a picture of me. Tears fell as I turned the picture over and saw the date. I was three years old in that picture. My mother did love me! She carried me next to her heart for thirty-three years until the day she died.
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