𝑃𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑂𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠 {𝐴 𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑒}

𝑠𝑖𝑥.

As months went on my mother's health unexpectedly deteriorated but she wouldn't tell me what was wrong. It was hard seeing her in so much pain, but Artist was extra sweet to me because of it. My mother has always been strong so when she was around us, she didn't show how much pain she was in. Even though deep down I knew she was dying it was hard for me to accept it. One day she called Artist, Gigi, and I into her room and had us sit down.

Mama: Now this is a conversation that needs to be had so don't cut me off just listen and Artist I need you to take notes

He pulled out his phone and before she could start, she started having a coughing fit and she coughs up blood now. I handed her a napkin to wipe her mouth and she did before she started giving her speech.

Mama: Now I'm going to die in this house so first things first I want to be cremated, you can have a small memorial service in the backyard, and it needs to be short. Only 1 person can give a eulogy and that's Artist other than that I want music, Gigi you know all my favorite songs. It doesn't need to be any longer than 45 minutes, 30 really. Then I want my ashes placed into my largest flowerpot and grow something, Gigi you are the caretaker of this new plant. Grow whatever you want. Get rid of everything in this house, Sincere you can keep my diamond necklace and Gigi you can have the bracelet that goes with it. I want this house sold and I want you all to try not to mourn to long. Any questions?

I cleared my throat and shook my head no; I didn't want to be in this room anymore. She nodded and that was our cue that we could leave the room.