The passage was centered around overcoming life's opticals. It was slow and vague only to fill you in as it went. This story was heartfelt in more ways than one, making you feel for the old woman as she encounters her journey, and pitty her grandson who's throat swells like clockwork. It lores you in with it's ambigious beginnings and keeps you there with it's intersting middle and it's simple end.
The passage seems to be pointing out that life will always be a struggle and even when the sun is shinning as if it could never disappear it's bound to set or give way to dark skies. The passage ingraves the strength of the grandmother's love into the reader's eyes as one reads. Despite her wavering memory she still pushes past the hill that calls for her to stay, she struggles through the terrain that she can no longer see so clearly, she withstands her ordeals and she keeps her mind just enough to get the medicine her grandson so despartly needs. She shows that despite all the reasons she should be afraid, she isn't, she shows that even through life will have it's gray skies, the sun will always return.
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