In my recent visit to my mom, I was walking down the long hallway when my eye spotted a framed charcoal drawing of a lady in a long black dress. I looked closer and found my mom's initials.
I asked my brother about it. He found it not too long ago, along with a few other paintings and drawings of hers.
My mamma used to draw and paint and she used to enjoy it a lot.
My mamma used to enjoy many activities but life changed her.
It saddens me deeply to see that she lost interest in many many things in life, while she still is in her seventies.
A few days later, I brought a drawing pad and charcoal pencils and sat on one side of the living room where she was. I pulled a table and started drawing a random mosaic design . What are you doing she asked?
I am drawing. Would you like to join me?
Me???? nooooo.
Why not?
I handed her a paper and a charcoal pencil that used to be her favorite.
She drew an incomplete face in a rush and gave it back to me with anger.
Sorry I can't do it she said.
A bitter, sad, unbearable silence followed and that was it.
I do have to accept the fact that my mom is not the person she used to be but she remains the loving person she's always been, the helpful soul and the angel heart.
I chose to share a few of her paintings and wish I could have had more time to spend next to her to keep trying to ignite one of her interests again.
I ought to say though that she enjoyed a few mid morning walks along the corniche (seashore), one thing we used to do when I was still living with her. We used to love this walk in the rain, letting the angry waves sometime soak us wet and make us laugh and giggle like two little kids (well I was a teenager and she was being one too).
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