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“Of course,” I reassure her, glancing over atWheel of Fortune, ignoring my mom and me My mom immediately tries to defend him “His back is terrible today, or else he’d do it”
“I know, Mo her a same we play every time I come to visit
It sucks having parents who have seely turned old and infirm way before they should have My parents are both disabled, yet only in their early fifties My mom has chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, thanks to her years as a cotton textile factory worker She’s never ss are shot She’s dependent on oxygen now
My dad has a bad back—worker’s cos he can’t do, he can en It’s just a matter that he doesn’t want to, and, moreover, he knows I’ll handle it
Honestly, I don’t h I love both ofthis way, because she was just always on the go and active It kills her to sit in her house day in and day out, not being able to work or get out into the world as she wants
My dad took to disabled life, not requiring ood TV to watch and a comfortable chair for his back, he was a satisfied man While it doesn’t make him a bad person in my eyes, because I do indeed love hily apparent I got my drive and determination from my mother
I come by several times a week to check on them Each visit, I perform a household chore to keep their place clean and habitable My mom doesn’t have the stamina to move around for more than a few minutes, and my dad doesn’t have the motivation
“You need anything?” I ask my mom “Want me to make you a cup of tea?”
She shakes her head, another smile “I can totally do that myself I just appreciate so much what you do for us, I’d never ask you to do for me what I can”
“I love you, you silly goose,” I chide her, bending to kiss her cheek “You raised me, which was no easy chore, so you should let me take care of you now”
“You were a dream to raise,” she corrects “Wasn’t she, Lyle?”
“Sure was,” he agrees, not even taking his attention frolance at it, take in the tiled letters that Vanna White has revealed, and can see the answer clear as day I won’t ruin it for h, and hold my peace