Authors Note: I wrote this piece as a warm-up one day and went back to edit it. When you read it you will find that in the story I get upset because of something little, but I was trying to do something big, take care of some one who I care about.
Steaming soup boiling, as I heat it. Bubbling up as if it is boiling lava. My mother was home sick today, so I felt as if I owe her something for being a wonderful mother, sick or not. She has been there for me all my life, so why shouldn't I be there for her? I cool it down waiting to take it to my mother. I look at it as it sits in front of me, teasing me by the smell of fresh vegetables and herbs. I have to take a bite just a small one at least. I try to stop myself, but it seems as if there is something holding me back. It must be my mom sitting in the other room. What else could it be?
I don’t want to eat all of her soup, or any really, but I am hungry and it smells so good. If I only take one bite I will hurt no one right? I think for a while then I reach out for the spoon as I smell the soup. I pick up the spoon and start towards the bowl. I go in and take a spoon full. I know that I want it but there is no way, I have t I think to myself. The spoon gets closer and closer to me as I see the steam steaming out of it like a sauna. I put it into my mouth and the feeling in my tong disintegrate. My whole mouth is burning. It feels like a volcano erupted in my mouth.
I start to feel extremely upset for failing myself. I guess I don't have any self control. There is no way now that I can ever eat soup that isn't mine again, especially when the person that you made it for is sitting near you. My mother is sick and the soup is for her after all. I love my mother and I want her to get better but I don't think she will without some soup and proper care. I can't believe that I was so selfish when my mother is sick in the other room sitting wrapped in a warm blanket in the other room. She is in my sight now. I am upset about what I had done, but it isn't about me. I need to get the soup to her and make this situation better. The only way that can happen is for me to help her with anything that she needs all day, and the whole time that she is sick. I feel that is my duty now.
I don’t want to eat all of her soup, or any really, but I am hungry and it smells so good. If I only take one bite I will hurt no one right? I think for a while then I reach out for the spoon as I smell the soup. I pick up the spoon and start towards the bowl. I go in and take a spoon full. I know that I want it but there is no way, I have t I think to myself. The spoon gets closer and closer to me as I see the steam steaming out of it like a sauna. I put it into my mouth and the feeling in my tong disintegrate. My whole mouth is burning. It feels like a volcano erupted in my mouth.
I start to feel extremely upset for failing myself. I guess I don't have any self control. There is no way now that I can ever eat soup that isn't mine again, especially when the person that you made it for is sitting near you. My mother is sick and the soup is for her after all. I love my mother and I want her to get better but I don't think she will without some soup and proper care. I can't believe that I was so selfish when my mother is sick in the other room sitting wrapped in a warm blanket in the other room. She is in my sight now. I am upset about what I had done, but it isn't about me. I need to get the soup to her and make this situation better. The only way that can happen is for me to help her with anything that she needs all day, and the whole time that she is sick. I feel that is my duty now.
Nice. I liked how you added your thoughts as the soup sat there taunting you. I also liked how you described how mad you felt after eating some of the soup.
ReplyDeleteI really like how the character is so caring for their mother. Also, the matching picture is nice. I noticed that everything is one huge paragraph, which is kind of hard to read. You should go back and divide the piece into paragraphs.
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