I called mum six, seven times and asked her if she needed to go use of the washroom. Two in the morning.
She just looked at me and said nothing. Just looked at me, a blank, sordid expression on her face, and said nothing...
Was she just too tired? Or unconscious or unable to sleep?
Why is it that in my mind I cannot get rid of the thought that when she left home today, it may very well be the last time...?
No comments:
Post a Comment