By Angie Dent
The dilapidated farmhouse reappears on my left. I turned right at Beverley and still reached the wrong destination.
I’ve never had a sense of direction. That part of my brain is missing.
Mum too. We’d get lost in an empty room.
I check the time; cutting it fine as usual.
I used to call Mum in these moments, not that she was any help, just calm and non-judgmental.
I engage the Sat-Nav. The robot voice mockingly informs me to reverse course and turn left at Beverley.
I got lost driving to say goodbye at the hospital.
I’m lost without her.
A sincere account of our weaknesses and the undemanding love of another.
Really touching, thank you.
Really beautiful story. Rich and succinct. As a dyslexia/dyspraxia tutor it especially pulls my heartstrings 🙂
Great story.
Wonderful story!
Thank you for reading and the positive comments. Much appreciated.
I had tears in my eyes Angie.Lovely story
In a limited amount of words, the writer expressed the relationship between the mother and daughter very well. Combining this relationship with the mother’s death, made this story a very moving one. Considering the mother’s problem with directions and her non-judgemental behavior, the daughter shouldn’t be guilt ridden, especially if she inherited the later trait from her mother the way she did the former trait.
P.S. The ending line in the story, using the word lost, is great!