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“This will cure your mother’s ailment.” The doctor tore open the strange, red, prickly egg. Was this thing an egg, a flower, a fruit, an animal? The long, thin red hairs that covered it wriggled furiously. My uncertainty and disgust must have been plainly written on my face as the doctor assured me that, “This will work. Trust me.”
“She just has to eat the little red seeds?”
“Yes. They will taste a little bitter. Just do not eat the hairs. They are poisonous.”
I reached out hesitantly to take the fruit-thing. “Thank you.” The hairs tickled my hand and I nearly dropped it. Dropping it into my purse, I took out some coins to pay the doctor. When I placed the coins into the doctor’s hands, I noticed that the fruit had streaked my palms with red. I thought of my mother coughing up blood at home. Shivers ran down my spine.
“I assure you its her best chance. Do not worry,” the doctor said as she pocketed her coins.
“Okay,” I whispered. Trust the doctor. Just trust the doctor.
- Ermisenda Alvarez Continue reading