124 MOTHER'S COURAGE It was now mid-winter and once again mother was ill. Yes, for some reason or the other her fate seemed always to come at this time of year. But this year her condition seemed worse than ever before. "Johnny," mother called feebly. "Come here." "Yes, mother?" I said inquisitively, waiting for a reply. But once again she grew silent, seeming somehow aware of a distant caller. I stood there with tear-stained eyes, feeling totally exhausted from having worked so hard. Yes, I stood there waiting tensely for mother to embark upon her departure. "Johnny," whispered mother once again. "Yes, mother" I replied, waiting once more for her to complete her call. " Get me my clothes, son." "No mother!" I began. "Dr. Daley has said for you to lie in bed for six weeks." "Get me my clothes," she repeated, rising slowly from her position. Knowing that she was determined to have her way, I unwillingly handed her her clothes and watched her from a distance as she struggled to dress. "Yes," I whispered, "mother has method in her madness." "Indeed, I do," she said approaching the kitchen door. "I'm going to Sara's to get my other children." "Sure," I said, suddenly remembering that my younger brothers and sisters had been sent to my Aunt Sara's at mother's insistence. Suddenly, I began to realize why mother had sent the children to Aunt Sara's. She had sent them there for somehow she had known all along the severeness of her illness. Somehow she had! "Mother," I murmured, "you know don't you?" "Yes, son," she replied weakly. "I have known since the beginning. For me, there is no cure." "But mother," I uttered, trying to interrupt, but seeming to fail. "Yes, there is no cure," she continued. "But nevertheless, I must make it well worth the while for .iny children. I really must!" I stood there seemingly spellbound. It seemed as though mother were an impossible creature. Yes, for it was not herself that she was thinking of, nor the long journey of death theft was to summon her. It was us that she thought of. Yes, it was of us. "For the girls," she continued, "I have ordered dresses and for the boys ... " It was at this point that her voice weakened. Once again I took notice of her frail frame. Suddenly, it dawned on me why mother had gotteh up and come into the kitchen. And suddenly I realized why she was telling me all this -simply because she wanted me to act as Santa to my younger brothers and sisters. "Son," she began once more, "I have already visited the children. I did it yesterday." "But I did it yesterday while you were away," she said, seeming to feel somewhat guilty for not having told me before now. "But why? Why, mother! Why!" I protested, allowing my voice to rise a trifle. "I went because it was a mother's duty," she answered. "I had to go while there was still time." "But mother!" "It was my duty," she repeated, now seeming somewhat more assured.
I was about to continue speaking when suddenly it dawned on me why she had demanded that I give her her best dress coat. "I'm going to sell this coat," she said, having read my mind. "I didn't have enough money to buy you anything." "But ... " I said, once again attempting to interrupt. "But I must, for it is a mother's duty," she protested weakly. "But you mustn't!" I said rather staunchly. "It is a mother's duty," she said, seeming somewhat weaker than before. I said nothing more for suddenly I realized that mother's long awaited friend had crept...into the room. "It is a mother's duty," she whispered, a trifle lower than before. Rul;len Golphin Second Place Short Story <strong>Naiad</strong> Literary Contest David Walker 125