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Macy's: A Short Story

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In a world of YEEZYs and Balmain, it could be difficult to see the worth of a small necklace from Macy’s. Our culture views anything less than luxury as worthless. In a culture such as this, a small, silver necklace has little monetary worth. It’s worth and meaning comes from the woman who wore it under her shirt every day, resting upon her heart. The necklace was simple. Delicate silver twisting to depict a woman holding her child within her arms, encircled. One cannot distinguish where one began and the other ended. A small sapphire was nestled in the space between them. They were one entity, one creation, mother and child. They were one.
My mother wore it every day. It was as much a part of her as her eyes or her auburn …show more content…

My mother had been sick for several months- she had spent the previous Christmas in the hospital for congestive heart failure. She had been in ill health even after her release- we stayed with my grandmother for several months after, and even when we returned home she couldn’t care for me as she had before. She couldn’t take stairs, so household duties fell to me. I cleaned, I cooked and I endured my mothers’ foul moods. She had a boyfriend who consumed her time, and I began to resent her. How could this be my mother? My mother, with the necklace that I realized ironically symbolized her supposed love for me, treat me like a slave while treating her boyfriend like a king? I resented him, I resented her and I resented the world.
Her love had grown tainted, distracted. We spoke rarely, with hesitation and tamed distaste. The necklace I had adored became my main source of abhorrence. I didn’t look at it, nor at her, when we argued the night before I left for a school trip to Chicago. She kissed me on the cheek on my way out the door, and I couldn’t look in her eyes. This wasn’t someone I knew-this was a woman who had given birth to me who wore a piece of silver that a pawnshop would give pennies

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