Hanging on the wall above my bed one will find a few different frames. All of them are different shapes and sizes. All of them contain a different memory. Though I love each photo encased within the frames, a pleasant memory frozen in time, one remains special in my heart. It sits in a square, white frame. The background is a white cloth. Woven into the cloth is a black cat. My older sister embroidered this piece for me before I left for my freshman college. She made it when she first began learning to embroider so it is not perfect, but I love it. Every time I look at it, it reminds me of my sister and how hard she tries to make me happy.
When Lambeth asks, “What is wholeness?” I am reminded of that little, uneven black cat on my wall. I feel whole when I think about my family and how much they have done for me, even if their attempts are not always perfect.
E367: Writing and Diversity 