Breath, Eyes, Memory

by Edwidge Danticat

My flesh ripped apart as I pressed the pestle into it. I could see the blood slowly dripping onto the bed sheet. I took the pestle and the bloody sheet and stuffed them into a bag. It was gone, the veil that always held my mother’s finger back every time she tested me.

This is a bit hard to read but by doing this, Sophie creates her choice.

Finally I failed the test.

A place that destiny was calling me to. Fate!

Who would not want to live there?

Foreshadowing.

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