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Nicki, I have to be completely honest: this was absolutely THE WORST!
No, I'm kidding. I wanted to write that in a public review at least once in my life, but only with someone who wouldn't hurt me for it.
Your storytelling, Nicki, never ceases to capture my imagination. You're by far one of the more talented authors among those I've read here. Again, you've managed to elicit an emotional response from me, held me inside your story, and sent me away afterward with such a deep impression that I felt it necessary to break the anxiety with a juvenile prank (above).
It's your characters, really, that draw out something special in a reader, their honest vulnerability, their flawed pain that makes them so marvelously easy to relate to and understand. Please, never change that beautiful quality to your writing, no matter what genre you find yourself in, or whatever surrounds your character.
I'd be a dolt if I didn't mention how gorgeous your language is in this story. You made it look easy, but the writer in me wonders...did she labor over every one of those delicious verbs? For a lover of words, your writing always offers up a sumptuous feast, Nicki. And I am glutted.
Additionally, the idea you chose to work with--marvelous! It's a fairly simple concept, something shared by so many it takes on a universally understood quality, and you've done a fantastic job of finding the right character and sequence of events to demonstrate a resounding point, hope-filled and inspiring.
There were a few points I noticed toward its improvement (very minor):
Depression was a vacuum that sucked the joy out of anything that once stirred her soul.
There was such strength in the metaphor, I wanted to point out the "that"s weakening this otherwise gorgeous sentence. I can see a quick-fix for the first "that": droping it and changing "sucked" to "sucking". Can't see one for the second, but you might want to leave it. With the first one removed, the second shouldn't present a problem.
Oh, here I go looking like a bufoon. Well, not the first time. Something about this word...can't dredge it up in memory, but it's bugging me, like it's spelled wrong in context. I'm lazy today, but hope you'll double-check this: the trim adorning the angular eves.
A point for clarity:
A delicate, gold cross hanging around her neck glinted in the sunlight.
With three females present, and the mother being the last to have the reader's attention (while speaking), this sentence needs to show possession of the necklace. I'm guessing it's the baby, but...yeah, a reader should seldom need to hazard a guess on points like this.
Now, this is going to sound radical, but I believe the story can end right here: "Mariposa? Doesn't that mean 'butterfly'?" and carry an infinately more poignant impact with a reader. Of course, it would mean adding a bit more story to the early part, getting in a little deeper with the character, but I know you're capable of doing that. Not only was that moment the "Ahhhh" moment, what followed it read a bit too good to be true, like making a great meal, then covering it with every sweet substance known to man. Too much on top of an already excellent work. I would strongly urge you to consider this idea as valid, and to take all the syrup off your gorgeous story.
You know I love you, admire your talents, and will be back to haunt you another day, Nicki.
Let me know how this story comes along!
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