This war made me an orphan and a killer. After the missile shelled Mom’s residential area, she was the only casualty. When everyone ran to safety, my mother couldn’t move. I forgot to buy the meds. I forgot that long before I learned to walk, she lived two lives for me.
I stand in the shambles of my parents’ flat and think of Mother, her growing dullness and inertia — soup dripping on the table as she ate, constant glitches with her gadgets, endless lists of doctors’ orders and receipts I had to handle like I lived two bloody lives.
This war made me an orphan and a killer. After the missile shelled Mom’s residential area, she was the only casualty. When everyone ran to safety, my mother couldn’t move. I forgot to buy the meds. I forgot that long before I learned to walk, she lived two lives for me.
Jennifer Duncan
17/9/2022 01:10:13 am
How terrible to have to live through your mother's suffering as well as your own.
Sue Clayton
17/9/2022 02:46:08 am
Your word are always visceral with a sharp point. Live your life in memory of your mother.
David Milner
17/9/2022 07:47:32 pm
'An orphan and a killer' a chilling indictment. We cannot forget. Bless you, Malvina. Comments are closed.
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