Why?
Micro
Fiction
Katherine
Rochholz
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Through my life I fought, I fought
to live; to exist to rise above what people said I would amount to becoming.
From pushing the limits of my mind to the limits of my body, I pushed. I became
a world renowned Trauma surgeon in the Army. A war hero. A bride. A wife. A
widowed mother. I pushed to be a good person, to do the right thing. I pushed
and pushed. Never knowing why. I had nothing to prove. I didn’t have parents; I
was a trash can prom baby, abandoned to die, and saved by the dumb luck that at
janitor found me. I bounced from home to home until I was 15 and graduated
medical school and finally gained my emancipation. So, I never knew why I
pushed, not until I was ninety three and I had taken my last breath, and there
before me was my maker, and he said the words nobody had ever said, the reason
I pushed, the words I had wanted to hear my whole life: “I am so proud you are
mine.”
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