Scott slowly approached the visitor’s lounge. He saw her frail form, which had been ravaged by old age, sitting in a wheelchair.
He reached for one of her pale, cold hands. She cowered, appeared afraid, and immediately folded her arms across her chest. A look of surprise and puzzlement crossed her delicate features as she tilted her head from side to side.
Tired eyes that were partially blinded by cataracts searched his face for some sign of recognition.
“Who are you?” she whispered, her anguish palpable.
“It is not important, Mother,” he said softly as he frowned, turned, and walked away.
Heartbreaking truths of aging 🙁
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A better ending would have the son sitting down next to his mom.
Thank you rauthor68 for taking the time to read my story and for your suggestion.
It reminds me of a story a man told me about his mother. I can’t remember if she had dementia or Alzheimer’s disease. He was close to her, and she didn’t recognize him. He said how painfull it was to visit her.
Thank you Susan for sharing.
Wonderful and touching. I can relate to this because I recall visiting my mother in a nursing home and she asking me who I was. Give this one five stars!
Thank you Bobby for reading my story and sharing your own personal experience.
I understand about the pain of not being recognized by a parent suffering mental problems. I have had to walk away because my pain was to much for either of us to bear. A well written and clear message.
Thank you B for sharing your painful experience. It took great courage on your part.
Touching. So much pain, for both…
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All too true, alas.
Thank you Mary for taking the time to ready my story and commenting.