Kreative Korner…
AS I THINK about the topic, ‘The Perfect Day’, a lot of different pictures flow through my mind, namely: Have I already experienced the perfect day? Will I ever experience the perfect day? And, how exactly will the perfect day feel? After all, I somehow realise that I have already experienced the perfect day, and I’m going to tell you about it.

The perfect day for me was the day I last saw my mother.

You may be wondering how that could be the perfect day, but I’m going to explain.

I remember it so vividly: It was her 45th birthday, and she was so excited and happy. She wore a beautiful silk rose-pink dress, the prettiest one I had ever seen. Her hair touched her shoulders, and she loved to wear it hung down.

That day, it looked really glossy and soft, as her gorgeous waves hung down. My mother had the prettiest smile anyone had ever seen. One smile from her could put sunshine in your dullest day.

Her checks resembled an apple, and her big brown eyes that one could look in and get lost complemented her entire look.

Although the plague of cancer was on her, and the average person would expect her to be devoured by it and show signs of dying, my mother, with her enduring strength, shined brighter than the sun itself.

My mother, in her dying bed, laid gently on the fresh white sheets under her as if she was lying on a cloud.

My father looked at the love of his life, the one he had spent 20 years of his life with, with tears rushing out of his eyes, but my mother, sick and in need of all possible help, still smiled and comforted him with hugs.

My entire family stood around the bed that 45th year of her life and watched her slowly take her last breath.

My mother’s last words to me were: “I love you.”

I remember what she said, and it was the most loved I ever felt.

She was pure and genuine in what she told me, and no matter what happens to me, I always know that I am loved by my mother.

Mom is now in Heaven looking down on me, awaiting our time to be reunited. That’s my perfect day: The day I felt most loved.

(Atecia is a student of St. Roses High, and is currently on work-study attachment in the Editorial Department of the Guyana Chronicle)