"Why did you do that?" My daughter glared at me. "I spent hours on that puzzle." She pried open my hand, taking the pieces and setting them aside. She headed to her bedroom, shaking her head, while I sat and stared at the puzzle.
Two years. It had been two years since my diagnosis. Forced to move in with her. Two long years. I hated feeling helpless. I hated needing help with everyday things. I couldn't even go to the bathroom by myself.
The puzzle she fretted over was my life - broken into pieces - never to be whole again.
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This is heartbreaking, Donna. You tell a whole tale in very few words—well done!
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Thank you, Guilie. I had no idea where it was going. At first I thought it was a young daughter, but, as always, the tale told itself.
DeleteGood one! This one hits close to home as I am dealing with some issues with my mom's health lately. Appropriate for Mother's Day too.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry to hear that, Janet. As hard as it is to lose a parent when you are younger, it also alleviates watching them age and deal with health (mental and physical) issues. Hugs!
DeleteWife a week ago: "I just realized that I will be 80 in three years."
ReplyDeleteMe: "What are you worried about? I'll be 80 in 18 months."
Aging ain't for wimps!
No it's not but it's still better than the alternative!
DeleteI don't leave a response, but after reading through some of the comments here "Masters of Writing Flash Fiction week 4 - Puzzle".
ReplyDeleteI actually do have some questions for you
if it's allright. Could it be simply me or do some of the remarks appear
like they are coming from brain dead people? :-P And, if you
are writing on other places, I'd like to
keep up with you. Could you post a list of all of all your social
networking sites like your linkedin profile, Facebook page
or twitter feed?
Thank you for stopping by. All my links to my social media accounts are in the right hand column of this page.
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