As the suns rays on her face, she took a deep breath. It's a beautiful scene to watch as she waits for the day to end. She started scribbling on a piece of paper, realizing writing her name made her feel like it was as hard as she was still trying to learn how to write. Ducks all around the lake, she tried to bite thru the plastic packet to open it, but it all seemed like a struggle. This is the same place she always goes for refuge, her favorite place to hang out. She hears their laughter, the voices of her little kids, the sound of family. She had 3 of them, they were all wonderful kids. This is the same spot we always have spent for picnics. She called out her kids names, laughing at the sight of them playing, there was no answer. She spoke a little louder so they can hear her voice despite their noise, "Children! Mama is here! Can you hear me?" They continued playing and did not look towards her direction. Why aren't they listening & ignoring me? Why can they not hear my voice? It seems to her that she was invisible to them and she felt that stabbing pain of rejection deep down in her heart, tears started rolling down her cheeks, in both joy and sadness. A flash of beautiful memories of them as they were babies and little, taking care of them, watching them grow up. Now they seem to have their own worlds.
The sun has hid behind the clouds, it's time for her to leave. A light tap on her shoulder from behind, a woman came to talk to her. "We need to go back home before it gets dark out." She asked, "Can you ask my kids to go back inside our house, so we can eat dinner together. It's getting late, my husband will be home soon." "Yes I will let them know," as she led her inside. She sat at the table and waited for them, but they never went inside to eat with her. "I am tired, I'll go to bed now." She tried to stand on her own and realized she couldn't, as the lady pushed a wheelchair to her side. "Will you wake me up when my husband and kids come home? I find it hard to sleep without my husband next to me. Maybe tomorrow, you take me again as I wait by the lake, maybe then they will come see me? Tomorrow is another chance!" "Of course madam. Your husband is always with you." she glanced at her bedside, where her husbands urn is placed, left there by her children. She doesn't remember him passing, she still waits for him to come to bed at night. "Indeed, maybe tomorrow, who knows, maybe they will remember their Mother and find time to visit even despite their own busy lives. The nurse left her room, she breathed out a deep sigh and proceeded to her next patient in the other room. The End.
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