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I was 14 and living with my grandmother at the time when I was told that my uncle had died and my mother had come to live with us. When mom was around it was always a happy time anytime I was upset her just being by me made me feel better. Anytime me and my older sister would fight we would instantly stop and apologize to each other.
When grandma died we had to move to the place mom did her work I had two older brothers and one older sister. We all loved it there were so many cool plants and some I have never seen before. I stumbled upon a grave it was covered in these pretty dark purple flowers my mom found me there and ask what I was doing then she stopped she look very sad as she told me that this was my uncle's grave.
The next morning I became very sick and stayed home as my siblings went to school. My hands started to hurt and turn black mom came home from the store with medicine but dropped everything. She grabs my hands telling me it'll be ok and I felt a bit better there was a slight golden glow between my mom's and my hands. She looked at my hands and saw that the black was gone where her hands were.
My mom smile and told me to come with her but I couldn't I told her I couldn't feel my legs. She took the blankets off and my legs were all black covered with the same flowers at the grave. My mom's smile quickly faded and picked me up running out the door into the woods with me in her hands. It was weird the sky looked cloudy but the forecast called for a clear sky.
We came to an open meadow with an apple tree in the middle of it mom laid me down at the base of the tree. She then picked a golden apple and told me to eat it because it had healing properties. I didn't second guess it because she is my mom and an expert on plants, I ate the apple and the flowers on my legs started to die and I could move my legs I felt as if a warm fire had started in me.
Ever since that day, mom made all types of apple treats for us mom told me not to tell my siblings about the tree so I said nothing. But my mom told me to never touch the black apples and I didn't touch them. That didn't stop me from looking or hanging out around the tree I even climbed around in it. It was my favorite place to be because.....
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