Memorable Passage
“At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. "Your favorite colour . . . it's green?"
"That's right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange."
"Orange?" He seems unconvinced.
"Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset," I say. "At least, that's what you told me once."
"Oh." He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. "Thank you."
But more words tumble out. "You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces."
Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.”
This really hit home with me, I did something like this when my uncle was on his death bed. He couldn’t remember me or anything about himself. So I spent my last 10 minutes with him telling him everything I could remember about him. I told him all of my favorite memories with him and everything he accomplished with his life.
Good work Katelynn, I also enjoyed this book a lot. I like the connection you made with your passage and the reason it is close to you.
ReplyDeleteI admire that you were able to do that...I wish I had been able to do that for either of my grandfathers. I was too afraid to say much of anything because I didn't want them to see me cry. I realize how dumb that was now.
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