A drizzle of love
The long waiting hours in the hospital OP veranda were times to ponder about life and it's uncertainties.... Down came a train of memories when I could see an old lady being taken by a wheelchair. The times when we used to take mummy on her hospital visits...Suddenly I saw the old lady pointing out to me and calling me. Was it telepathy? I could sense a shiver down my spine. Without a second thought I ran up to her; the one who was pushing her wheelchair -probably her son who was in his sixties- slowly told me: maybe she's seeing her daughter whom she's lost in you. Because you resemble her. Now that she's suffering from dementia she finds it hard to place people and their memories in the proper order. I could feel the clasp of her hands tightening my arms. I could only hug her tight. A mother who was nobody to me.......but my fifties and having a mother with chronic dementia I could sense a maternal heart. ...