Yesterday, I accompanied my mother to her dentist. She was scheduled to get a partial denture in her upper jaw. But before we reached the dentist’s office, I had to endure a long and tiring conversation with her on why she didn’t want to see the dentist—her reasons ranging from simple fear to irrational fight with our neighbor.
My mother is a very loving person. All my life I haven’t heard her raise her voice to us. But when my father died, everything changed. She became so confrontational and moody. Even a leaf from our neighbor’s tree is a cause of annoyance for her. Since I moved with her a year ago to look after her, she has never been the same. There’s not a day that she don’t get angry at me, at our neighbor, or even our cat.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my mother very much. I just hope she doesn’t dwell much on the loss of our father. We’re still here, her children, to love and look after her.
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