Because there, carefully placed at the top, were photographs I had taken with my phone that morning of my mother curled up on that thin mattress in the hallway, her frail body covered with nothing but a blanket, her face pale and exhausted. Daniel’s hands froze. “What the hell is this?”
“This is the truth,” I replied.
You lied to me. And then you tried to cover it up like it never happened.”
He stared at me for a long moment and didn’t say anything. Then, his lips curled in a sneer.
“She deserved it,” he said. The words sliced through me like glass. Before I could even respond, Daniel exploded.
“Yes! I said it, and I’ll say it again. She’s a burden!
Why did you bring that woman into our house in the first place? I never agreed to live with her. I don’t care if she’s sick, I don’t care what she has.
It’s not my problem!”
“That woman?” I repeated, my voice trembling. “She’s my mother. She gave me life.
And she’s fighting for hers every single day, and you treat her like trash on the floor?”
No. I won’t do it. You want to play nurse?Continue reading…
