I’m updating early today as I’m off to work and have no idea what time I’ll be back. Well, you probably don’t need to know that. Here’s a story anyhow.
PS once again its a first draft and the title isn’t very good. Suggestions are welcome!
The last time we visited my mother she recognised us but couldn’t remember our names. We spent the afternoon with her, going through some of her old photos. We always used to laugh that she could remember the names of the people in the photographs better than she could remember ours. These records of people who no longer look like their captured selves or who are no longer even alive.
We didn’t laugh about that this time.
‘Oh, that’s!’ she’d say, then go quiet as if someone had stolen her words.
I called her that evening, as I always do.
‘Hi Mum, how are you?’
‘Hi dear, I’m alright. I thought you were going to visit me today?’
I didn’t know what to say.
‘Maybe next weekend.’
‘Oh well,’ she said, disappointed. ‘I’ll look forward to it.’
When I hung up the phone I waited, half expecting her to call again, to ask me how my day had been.
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