Mom doesn’t smile when I walk into her wing of the nursing home. If she weren’t demented, I’d wonder if she were mad at me. But there’s no way to find out because she doesn’t talk or walk or even look at me much. Except when I accidentally nap.
Because we don’t chat endlessly and try to solve the problems of her kids or her friends anymore, I get a little bored when I visit. And after a two-hour drive, I usually fall asleep next to her wheelchair.
When I wake, she’s watching me and smiling a little. And, she looks a little smug, like she alone solved my most pressing problem.
Because we don’t chat endlessly and try to solve the problems of her kids or her friends anymore, I get a little bored when I visit. And after a two-hour drive, I usually fall asleep next to her wheelchair.
When I wake, she’s watching me and smiling a little. And, she looks a little smug, like she alone solved my most pressing problem.
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