Reflection and memory

Mary’s mother was much more involved in these pages of the liars club and we also received insight to her grandmother as well. Mary told of time spent with her grandmother and the cancer she had endured and died from. Mary also guided us through the pain of her childhood molestation and more stories of her mother’s “nervousness.” Despite these dynamic occurrences, one passage that had a profound impact on me was the description of how Mary felt when she was with her parents.

"With Mother, I always felt on the edge of something new, something never before seen or read about or brought, something that would change us. When you climbed in the car with her, you never knew where you'd end up. If an encyclopedia salesman happened to knock on the door, she might spend a month's salary on books you would pore over all day. With Daddy and his friends, I always knew what would happen and that left me feeling a sort of dreamy safty."

This shows that Mary is longing for that safety she feels with her father and sort of fears what could happen when she is with her mother. This is noted by saying “if you climbed in to a car with her, you never knew where you’d end up.” This hints more toward Mary’s mother’s nervousness and shows how unpredictable she can be. What could Mary’s mother be capable of doing and how can that relate back to the opening occurrence. This also shows more of Mary’s desire to be around her father and his friends because with them she was happy. The Liar’s Club was her refuge.



My moment.

Eleven-year-olds typically do not understand most of life's mysteries and they still retain the innocence that allows them accept life as it comes with out trying to contort it to fit their ideals. An eleven-year-old does understan when their life is about to change forever.

The garage door made its usual welcome home anouncement to my mother's car as returned from her trip to the doctors office. I knew what was wrong from little hints and putting together puzzle pieces, I was a quite inquizative child, however I didn't realize the reality of the situation. I knew my mother had cancer, and I knew she was about to tell me, but I sat on the couch watching cartoons as happy as any other child. She walked in the door and my dogs started barking as always to say hello and to rival the noise of the garage door. My dad was in the kitchen warming up cold pizza and my six-year-old was enjoying the hilarious cartoons with me. My mother put her purse down on the kitchen table and my father greated her with a simple "Hi," void of emotion as usual. Then she asked me to join her in the laundry room. This may seem like a rather odd place but it was the easiest place to get total and complete privacy. Then she it, simple and straight forward, "I have breast cancer." I knew it for weeks but it all became real. All I remember is her saying "I am going to fight it." Then that vivid memory comes to a close. My mother did indeed fight of brest cancer for two terrible years and she is now in remission.