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|Posted on March 5, 2012 at 4:05 AM|
by E. A. Irwin
Mary-Louise Pentington walked the perimeter of her living room, stopping occasionally to gaze through the bank of windows facing the back of her vast property.
Smiling, she watched her small army of gardeners tend the grounds of her estate with meticulous perfection. How she longed to work alongside them and cut the fragrant blooms or deadhead old roses or merely dig in the ground and feel its texture against her skin. Instead, her days were spent as founder and President of Helping Hands – one of the largest international bio-tech industries and inventors of advanced, state of the art prosthetics.
Mary-Louise walked further into the beautiful room and noted its wondrous gleam. How fortunate she was to have the wealth to employ not only maids and cooks, but a personal driver. Every day she thanked God for the help of these wonderful people.
Life hadn’t always been this luxurious. From her first day on the job she’d studied new technologies to improve people’s circumstances, soon making it her life’s mission to provide aid in any way possible. The profits from the hard work of those in her company had been a great reward, however, the greater reward came with the knowledge those needing new limbs led more fulfilled lives.
She sat on a couch and pulled one of her grandmother’s needlepoint pillows onto her lap. Inspecting the intricate stitches brought back sweet memories of her grandmother and mother sitting near the fireplace, laughing as they shared gossip, cross stitch patterns and cups of tea, while Mary-Louise watched in wonder at their deft abilities with a needle.
Returning the pillow to the couch, she sighed, realizing her dream of following in her grandmother and mother’s footsteps doing needlework would never be fulfilled no matter how much she wanted it. She closed her eyes and dreamed of their elaborate work, the desire to create the beauty on those pillows as bittersweet as the desire to grow hands on the ends of her amputated arms.
©E. A. Irwin
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