They loved each other fully, I couldn't stop reading this story which stroke to author's parents & ended with death. Uttering the same lines punched the extent to which they've loved each other.
“I thought I was dead,” he says, just as my mother did. “I never thought such a day would come.”
It's hard finding beloved hospitalized, when it comes to parents it really breaks us. How the author missed her mum..I imagine my mother, docile and smiling as she always is in fear. I remember how she agreed to go to the operation that wasn’t hers, was rolled along the corridor, bright and smiling for the doctor. I imagine her infected leg. I imagine her waking up to find it gone. I imagine it is all my fault for not sending her to the hospital quickly enough.
If Covid shortened their lives, it was not by much: the loneliness of lockdown hit them harder.
They loved each other fully, I couldn't stop reading this story which stroke to author's parents & ended with death. Uttering the same lines punched the extent to which they've loved each other.
“I thought I was dead,” he says, just as my mother did. “I never thought such a day would come.”
It's hard finding beloved hospitalized, when it comes to parents it really breaks us. How the author missed her mum..I imagine my mother, docile and smiling as she always is in fear. I remember how she agreed to go to the operation that wasn’t hers, was rolled along the corridor, bright and smiling for the doctor. I imagine her infected leg. I imagine her waking up to find it gone. I imagine it is all my fault for not sending her to the hospital quickly enough.