The Origami Crane

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In search for beauty, the elderly sex trade survivor, takes courage from an origami crane.

Submitted: April 15, 2012

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8 3 1 AM New moon. No sleep. New snow. March 2012

Shoveling helped her temper. She loved to lay in the snow....not shovelit. She wanted to be free. Carefree actually.

How many years or how many healing sessions would it take to not wake up fighting mad? Was that the reason she stayed up writing?

Writing, so she could heal. Write, shovel or scrub so she could channel the anger into useful energy.

Looking now at the beautiful pink origami craneshe remembered how beautiful it felt when the child gave her the paper sculpture.

She felt the same as when she was making snow angels in the Canadian Rockies.

Cool, calm, safe...peaceful...beautiful. Truly a snow angel. A snow angel worthy of a pink origami crane.

The child was almost a man. His slim fingers folded the paper carefully. Deliberately. Lovingly. She watched him as he made other things. Making magic from within himself turn a piece of paper into a beautiful crane, a ninja star or kimono tree ornament. She had no idea he was making her a gift. He quite caught her off guard when he handed it to her.

Here, Buffalo. This is for you. You can have it. I made it for you.

Tears formed at the corners of her eyes. She started to sniff to hold them back. She never cried. She had been trained not to....not to feel...not to speak...not to cry. Especially, to never ever tell anyone, how she helped her mother put the groceries on the table. She smiled at the man-child as she shared with him her thanks. She had been trained to do that. She thanked the man-child as she smiled....She turned so he would not see the tears. My eyes are leaking she said to herself. They did that a lot when she was happy. She had not been happy the first day on the job with Mother.

March 1946

A story in two voices....Mother, the daughter of Magdalene starts Buffalo, her own three year old daughter down the same road.

MOTHER: (Sitting in a dressing gown. Staring in a mirror. Smoking a cigarette with a long cigarette holder)

`` Buffalo, Come here dear.

Mother wants to talk to you.``

Buffalo Coming, Mommy.

MOTHER (turning towards the child holding her cigarette holder at an angle)

Buffalo, how much do you love your Mother?

Buffalo I would do anything in the world for you Mommy.

MOTHER Anything

Buffalo Anything, in the whole wide world, Mommy.

MOTHER Good girl, Mother needs you to come to work with her today.

No pre-school, no home schooling, just you and Mother.

Buffalo Mommy, I am only three years old.

MOTHER You are Mother's big girl now.

Buffalo OK, Mommy, what do I need to do?

MOTHER One of the boarders, Mr. Trembles, wants you to bring him

his hot chocolate.

All the way from the kitchen, down the hall, to his bedroom.

Can you do that for your Mother?

Buffalo Sure, I can Mommy. Then, what do I do, Mommy?

MOTHER Set the hot chocolate in the saucer, down outside his door.

Knock on the door. It won't be locked.

Then, pick up the hot chocolate, carefully

and take it into the bedroom.

Put it on the dresser beside the money.

Buffalo Then, what do I do Mommy?

MOTHER Anything, he asks you to do...we need the money.

OK?

Remember Mother needs the money for the rent and groceries.

Buffalo Sure, Mommy, I am a big girl.

I can do that.

MOTHER You are Mother's big girl.

Do it for love.

Do it for love, Buffalo.

Buffalo OK, Mommy.

I will put my love for you

and Heavenly Father

in all I do.

MOTHER Wonderful, that is Mother's good good girl.

Remember, bring the money right away to Mother.

Oh, one more thing, Buffalo.

Buffalo What is that Mommy?

MOTHER This is our secret, OK,you do not talk about “work” with anyone but Mother.

Buffalo Yes, Mommy. I can keep a secret.

MOTHER OK, Buffalo, Mother's big girl...Let us get ready.

Here is our work...to review.

Go to the kitchen.

Get the hot chocolate.

Put it in a saucer so you won't spill.

Bring it down the hall to Mr. Trembles.

Buffalo Then, I set it down to knock on the door which is open.

MOTHER Good girl, Buffalo. Then what do you do?

Buffalo Pick up the hot chocolate after I open the door, right?

MOTHER Right.

Buffalo Mr. Trembles' door wont be locked.

Open the door.

Put the hotchocolate on the dresser, beside the money, right Mommy?

MOTHER Right. Then what do you do?

Buffalo I take the money from the dresser and give it to you.

Right, Mommy?

MOTHER Buffalo, wear your big girl dress with the big pockets.

Buffalo I can put the money in the my pocket for you Mommy.

MOTHER Right, Buffalo.

Buffalo Do everything for love for my Mommy and Heavenly Father.

MOTHER Good girl, Buffalo. An what else?

Buffalo It is our secret Mommy.

We don`t talk about work.

MOTHER Right Buffalo Do you know what else?

Buffalo What Mommy?

MOTHER You can wear your new panties without out the bloomers

over them.

The ones with the blue ruffles.

Buffalo Those ones Mommy?

MOTHER Those ones, Buffalo.

And one more surprise.

Buffalo What is the surprise Mommy?

MOTHER You can wear your black pattened leather shoes with the silver buckles.

Buffalo I love those shoes Mommy.

I love you.

I love Heavenly Father.

Let`s go get ready for work.


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