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Analysis Of My Life

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I sat across. Observant of the way her weary eyes reflected the crisp sunlight, vaguely peaking through the gaps of the steady blinds. The air lingered of analogous grief; dominating the only sign of delight barely seeping through her sanitary extent. The air was sweltering hot, like the dancing of flames and the crackle sound as wood burns. I felt suffocated by the obnoxious dancing flames like the sillage of a shifty crime - succinctly covering all the salient points of the case. A case in which illustrated a woman at rest ahead of me. I watched her pale complexion to the weakness of her eyes, that glared deep into the horizon. I smile deep into the windows to her soul, getting lost by the seconds added to it perceiving every fine line …show more content…

“Like the mistake of cramming all your studying into the night before your most pivotal day of the year, every students endorse of value”. I turned towards mom to see her face of stunned confusion, not knowing what to say or do. I then look at grandma, thinking of a way to break the silence. “And when you carried her for 9 months?” I asked, trying to stay in contact with that wash of brown. “Oh, it was so difficult. The pain any little child fears. But when she came out, your mom had me thanking the lord for a gift I'll never replace; even with a girl's best friend, diamonds!” she jokingly gasped. “I could endure any pain that came after it too, just to have your mother wrapped around my arms, then she gave me a smile ”. And then she gave me a smile that just seemed so genuinely sweet with just the right angle to showcase the faint creases of her laugh lines; flourished by the years she had set her foot on earth. It was that unexpected gush of warmth that went through me as I saw that dimple peak through. Seeing grandma smile gave me that slow-mo feeling no american movie forgets to showcase. When she smiled, I lost focus of the distraction around, apart from the woman who was in front of me. The woman who owned a smile so contagious, it was so bright. Bright enough to light up New York city after dark.
Before I could even take a breath to ask her another question, she hinted for me to sit next to her bed, and so I did. A sight of astonishing beauty. The sun

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