Mama was the sun, she radiates with love. Mama was the rain,she flushes with warmth. Mama was beauty; a single mother at 55 getting advances from men my age. Mama works,cooks and tells the best stories. She wanted to be a scriptwriter but she's a cook. She insists they are both great.At 27,Mama gave me her golden bracelet, it was from her father who died before I was born. Mama's got a wild knowledge on all topics, so we talk about everything save my father; I was a child born of rape. Mama didn't tell me that. Mama was happy with our life. We're not rich. We're not poor either.Mama got cancer. She hid it from me. She did it well. I was a surgical intern preparing for my final exams to be a resident. Mama had begged the Dr. Not to say.I found out, the drugs , the files, the chemo. Every morning she places a kiss on my head and my cheeks, keeping her secret to myself hurts my soul,it wasn't the first secret i had found out, but this was taking Mama away from me. Mama was happy. Mama liked 'happy'. It had to stay that way until she was ready.
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