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Paper Cranes MAG
She taught him how to make them, one careful fold at a time. Even when he messed up and the wrinkled paper became useless, she patiently handed him another and walked him through the steps again.
One thousand cranes.
One thousand cranes and a wish for each, the same wish, and when the thousand cranes were done, the wish might come true.
She taught him, one crane after another, until one day she couldn't fold them any more; her hands were too shaky to make the careful creases. He took over then, carefully, lovingly folding one crane after another, lifting each finished one to his lips to breathe the wish over it.
He worked at it all through her diagnosis – cancer – through the chemotherapy – no sign of remission – and through the proclamation of her death day – only weeks to live.
He didn't finish in time. She died the moment he completed the nine hundred and ninety-ninth crane.
The thousandth was laid on her grave, a bright spot of red against the gray stone and dying grass. Red like blood and a wish, unfulfilled.
“Let my mother get better.”
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Hmm, although the story is beautiful I couldn't help but remeber the story Sadako and The One Thousand Paper Cranes. But that was the point? Yes, no?
Still, I loved it. Keep up the good work.
