My Polish-American Mother

Nonfiction, Family & Relationships
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Author: Frances Lareau ISBN: 9781456700126
Publisher: AuthorHouse Publication: April 11, 2011
Imprint: AuthorHouse Language: English
Author: Frances Lareau
ISBN: 9781456700126
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Publication: April 11, 2011
Imprint: AuthorHouse
Language: English

THE BOX

Since I was a child boxes have always intrigued me. I had always wondered what type of treasures and memories individuals would place in a box and keep forever.

My mother had kept everything she had treasured and wanted to keep secret from the world in a particular box.

I remember when my mom moved in with me she had a box filled with her paper and her stuff that she treasured. I watched her place the box methodically under the window by her bed. This box stayed there until her death.

My mom being a secretive person had always intrigued me. Several months after her death I realized it was now time to clean her room. As I was cleaning her dresser, I looked into the mirror and I stared at that box for several minutes.

The moment I picked up the box, I know my journey to learning about our relationship was about to begin.

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THE BOX

Since I was a child boxes have always intrigued me. I had always wondered what type of treasures and memories individuals would place in a box and keep forever.

My mother had kept everything she had treasured and wanted to keep secret from the world in a particular box.

I remember when my mom moved in with me she had a box filled with her paper and her stuff that she treasured. I watched her place the box methodically under the window by her bed. This box stayed there until her death.

My mom being a secretive person had always intrigued me. Several months after her death I realized it was now time to clean her room. As I was cleaning her dresser, I looked into the mirror and I stared at that box for several minutes.

The moment I picked up the box, I know my journey to learning about our relationship was about to begin.

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