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I wanted to not have to talk about this because I thought I could get away with not saying anything. But you were wife and mother, and I found out that there were three generations of single mothers in my family. That is somewhat rare for the time. And we never praise this station (to station). So I will tell people. I will try to speak the same story again, even though I feel like my abilities have gotten truncated. I say less and less, just like you do.

We review names. We keep it simple now. You are Doina, but we haven’t bothered to go over that again. She is your daughter. I am your granddaughter. Your body ticks out habits. Your pain has increased. It doesn’t matter whether you remember us now. Maybe you can’t even see the clock. You see your habits.


You still watch classic movies. I wonder how much you understand them. I wonder whether you have any English left. Sometimes the conversation with you is easier. Sometimes it’s more challenging. But I have to go soon. One day I will be here with someone else. I don’t know who yet. I don’t want to think about it. But I have to go. And you do, too.

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