The Secret life of Bees
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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at night. I would lie in bed and watch the show how bees squeezed through the cracks in my bedroom wall and flew circles around the room making that propeller sound high pitches that hummed along my skin. I watched their wings shining like bits of chrome in the dark and felt the longing build in my chest the way those bees flew, not even looking for a flower, just flying for the feel of the wind split my heart down its seam during the day I heard them tunneling through the walls in my bedroom sounded like a radio turned to static in the next room. And I imagine them in their turning the walls into honeycombs with honey's seeping out for me to taste. The bees came in the summer of 1960. For the summer I turned 14 and my life went spinning off in a whole new orbit and I mean a whole new orbit. Looking back on it now, I want to say the bees were sent to me. I want to say they showed up like the Angel Gabriel appearing to the virgin mary set events in motion. I could never have guessed. I know it is presumptuous to compare my small life to hers, but I have reason to believe she wouldn't mind. I'll get to that right now. It's enough to say that despite everything that happened that summer, I remain tender towards the bees