Mum fell outside the house last night. She sat on the road for a while because her knee was badly grazed she couldn't help herself up. Her phone was inside the car and she had no strength to reach for it. When she finally called me while I was about to turn in, I got really vexed. Not because she disturbed my sleep, but because the last time I heard her cry was less than a month ago when we went out to sea to scatter the ashes. That, was very disturbing. Being the only one who has some knowledge in first aid, or should I say because there wasn't really anyone at home, it was my job to clean the wound. That was quite a bit of blood. And every time the cleansing tissue made contact with the wound, her knee jerked. Her tears flowed. Of course she did, it looked really painful.
I had some of that pain inside me too.
I don't want to lose her, while I know, recently I have been defying her wishes in a way or another. Friends laughed, as if it was a joke. In all honesty, I don't find it hilarious at all. It gets on my nerves and there are times I get so agitated I almost hyperventilated.
Seriously, I can't wait for a break.
I had some of that pain inside me too.
I don't want to lose her, while I know, recently I have been defying her wishes in a way or another. Friends laughed, as if it was a joke. In all honesty, I don't find it hilarious at all. It gets on my nerves and there are times I get so agitated I almost hyperventilated.
Seriously, I can't wait for a break.
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