By MelissaJane
The smiling woman presented a tray.
My mother, 96, fresh from the beauty shop and wearing pearls, waved it away. “I’ll have a bourbon and water, please.”
“Excuse me?”
“Bourbon and water. First the ice, then bourbon, then water.”
“I know what bourbon and water is, sweetie.”
My mother turned to me and raised her right eyebrow. Any of her children will tell you this meant trouble. Only my father called her sweetie.
“Please tell that cocktail waitress what I want and order yourself something.”
I dreaded disobeying Mom, but our cocktail waitress was her caregiver and her tray held meds.
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Smiley face not ?
Oh my! I hope my son never writes a story like this, about me. Ugh.
If ever I should become 96 and I want a Cosmopolitan I hope my children will order me two. As for the medication, I’ll take it later – or not. A very nice story, but give the lady her drink!
Hear hear!
i think Mom knows very well who the “waitress” really is. i am aware that the old can be stubborn, and sarcastic. It’s a game. The daughter has to walk a fine line between mom and the caregiver. The dilemma is well told.
Great story! This tore at my heart strings….I hope to never be in a similar state of mind.
Loved your take on how tables have turned from “take” to “give.” The story is well written and the story line has the twist at the end that makes the reader sit straighter for a split second. As for the moral of the story, well, I hope if the mother really knows what’s going on, then at that age I want to be just as keen and smart.
Much enjoyed. Brought a chuckle, in fact.
Very much liked this story. Reminds me of my late mother who was feisty to the end with a similar sense of himour
Touching. My mother has Alzheimer’s, so I can relate. And yet, it’s kinda cute too.
Both witty and poignant, an adroit balancing act.
Clever, sad, funny, true. Congratulations.
What else can I say, brilliant.