For the last two weeks, I’ve been sharing a room with my mom. We sleep on the same bed, and my main job is to make sure she’s okay and doesn’t do anything harmful to herself. She doesn’t sleep much; even when she closes her eyes, I can tell she’s not really asleep.
When she does sleep, she snores softly. But when she pretends to sleep, there’s no snoring. Instead, she tosses and turns until morning. Some nights, she quietly leaves the room and goes to the hall to cry. I see her going, but I don’t follow because there’s nothing in the hall that she could use to hurt herself. She stays there, sobbing and calling out my father’s name.
The reason for her tears is twofold. My dad is no longer alive; he’s in the morgue as I write this. They were married for thirty-two years, and I am their eldest child. I have two younger siblings. My mom revealed that their marriage was arranged by their families. They decided that my parents should marry, but my mom didn’t love my dad at first. She already had……Read Full Story Here……………..
