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

One gram Paper CranesWalking toward his dumbfounds bed direction, gradation slowed his pace. His heart ached and felt heavy. His mothers illness hung oer him like a shroud, turning his life black. She had pubic louse in her lungs and he didnt know why and who to blame. She didnt smoke, so why did it have to happen to her. He questivirtuosod. He stopped at the door, gathering his thoughts. What would he say to his mother?. He took a deep breath, gathered his strength, and opened the door quietly. Mom, how are you today? Im sorry 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 result love it. He held his surprise behind his back with his right hand, solely was so arouse that he couldnt hide his feelings. He imagined her smiling as he revealed his gift. Maggie recline in her bed , lost in thought, and showed little interest. Mark, is that you? Come contiguous to me. She glanced at her s on and tried to move her body to sit up, tho 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 two painful operations in the dying twain of months that had drained whole of her strength. She was getting weaker and weaker. Now she stayed in bed all day, reading, watching TV, seeing occasional visitors, and remembering her life. She found momentary recess with her visitors, but always she would quickly tire and have to sleep. She smelled death nearly her. An independent woman 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 object remained clear so she started writing her journal. She a... ...cranes and wonder at the f dodderinging. I will treasure senbazulu for years. Thank your Japanese friend for me. Mark had forgotten nigh the thousand cranes since his last visit. That was a wonderful gift for her. He didnt genuinely believe its myth, but he wondered now that maybe it could be true. spend was over. Four months passed since he had a family reunion at his hometown. He sit on his mothers empty bed in the dimly lit room and looked at the cranes hanging on the wall. His mother had died. He read her last letter to him. For a moment, a cool fall breeze strike out into the room through 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 fade into the horizon. Take care of my mom, he whispered.