For the past two weeks, I’ve been staying in the same room as my mom. We share a bed, and my main job is to make sure she’s okay and doesn’t do anything strange. She doesn’t sleep much. Even when she closes her eyes, I can tell she’s not really sleeping.
When she does sleep, she snores softly. But when she’s pretending to sleep, there’s no snoring. Instead, she tosses and turns until morning. Some nights, she quietly goes to the hallway and cries. I see her leave, but I don’t follow because there’s nothing there that could hurt her. She stays there, crying and calling out my father’s name.
She cries for two reasons. My dad is dead, and his body is at the morgue as I write this. They were married for thirty-two years, and I’m their oldest child with two younger siblings. My mom says their marriage was arranged. Their families decided they should get married. My dad loved my mom from the start, but she didn’t love him. She already had…….Read Full Story Here…………………
