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Mom wasn’t always like this. She used to be the liveliest person in our house.

She had answers for all the questions and solutions to all the problems. She made everything seem to be nice when nothing seemed to right.

Her sense of humor was wonderful too. There never was a dull moment with her around. Never had I felt abandoned under her care.

It all began with forgetting the little things. The TV remote, car keys in the freezer, her name – that was a shocker when she couldn’t remember her own name. But it was funny too, because she joked, “I’m a mom, my name is long forgotten!”

When she couldn’t remember my name that’s when we realized that there was something wrong.

She looks okay, but she is not. She sits in the verandah looking at the gate as if she is expecting someone. I wish I knew who she was waiting for! If only she remembered to tell me!

This flash fiction is based on the prompt Mom from The Frangipani Creative group! Thanks for the prompt, Corinne.

Photo by Khadeeja Yasser on Unsplash.

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