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As soon as I heard the news of my mother's illness, I took the next plane back to Melbourne. I started to regret moving to Sydney - I had been too focused on my career, and I obviously hadn't thought enough about my family. My little sister picked me up at the airport, and drove me back to our old home. I hadn't been back since I'd moved away, and it was comforting to see that nothing had changed.
ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ Dad was waiting in the kitchen. He was busy cooking dinner. I peered over his shoulder to see what he was making. It was coq au vin - my favourite.
ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ I wasn't sure whether or not I really wanted to see Mum. The thought of how I had abandoned her made my eyes well up with tears. But I made my way upstairs and into my parents' bedroom. As I opened the door she sat up.
ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ "Phoebe - I didn't know you were going to visit!" Her eyes lit up, and she gestured for me to sit down on the end of the bed.
ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ "How've you been, Mum?"
ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ "Could be better - but at least I have some time to knit."
ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ I laughed as she held up a half-finished jumper. Mum had always had a knack of finding a positive in every situation.
ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ We spoke for awhile. I told her about my job, and my new partner. She seemed a little disappointed that I had never brought him down to meet her, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she changed the topic, and began to tell me all about the azaleas she had planted in the garden, and how they were really beginning to bloom. It was great talking to Mum - something I'd really missed in Sydney.
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DAMN
That is crazy i loved the essay it kept my attention the whole time
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