By Peggy Gerber
Ruthie peered into her mother’s face as a lump formed in her throat. When did this happen to her? Deep wrinkles were etched into her once beautiful countenance and a turkey wattle jiggled like Jell-O with every shake of her head.
What is this life, Ruthie pondered, where people are forced to exchange beauty for decrepitness and vitality for aches and pains? Why does this have to happen?
“It’s not fair!” she bellowed aloud. She ripped the antique frame off the wall and tossed it across the room, shrinking back at the sound of the shattering glass.
“Who needs mirrors anyway?”
More than relatable!
Oh, feeling this. Well done!
great twist at the end, I love it and it hits home.
mirror mirror on the wall…I’ve become my mother after all!!!!
Such courage to write on aging & express these thoughts with such meaningful words -kudos
Maybe it’s best to off of memories when we were young instead of the reality when looking in a mirror. Great story!
Lovely story, Peggy. I’ve found that cataracts disguisethe wrinkles!
well written – loved the last line
I love the sentiment and the twist!
Ha! A truth I live everyday – well, except for the smashed mirror part, that is. Well done!
Fantastic. Well written and true
Great story. Loved the ending.
Great twist at the end!
Loved it!
Oh, yes Peggy. Been there. Thank you!
A great understanding of old age. I just wish I could turn back the years so that I could have been more understanding of those aches and pains that my mother and older sisters endured! I’m experiencing them myself now!