Tuesday, November 2, 2010

269. Home

I drove to my parent's house this morning. My dad and mom bought it 42 years ago. My mom has lived in the home for those past 42 years, but only recently by herself. Either my dad, or step-dad, or her 5 children have lived with her.

Today I went to pick her up and help her run some errands. She opened the door, said,"Good morning," and then asked me, "Please take me home."

I responded by asking her, "Isn't this your home?"

She looked around and said, "No."

It was heart breaking and all I could do is change the subject.


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