You’ve had a day to relive a lot of old memories just being in your old
room where you dreamed your dreams and schemed your schemes, listened to
distant radio stations in the night, hearing of wonderful people living
exciting lives in the east.
Now it is
all going to end, but somehow a great peace has come over you as you will be
with the ones you gave you life, certainly in a moment of lust, which you can
believe of your father. They loved you
all your life and no one else has. You
feel sorry that you had not married, but then that would make things much
more complicated now and you would rather have it simple.
On reflection you realize that only you, and a handful of people know
when they are going to die, “Sort of like the condemned,” you reflect and you
feel cold all over. You feel the need to
be with your family and virtually run from your room to find your mother in the
kitchen.
“Mom?”
“Yes,” she says, turning away from the sink.
“Mom,” you say as you take a seat at the breakfast table, “There is
something I have to tell you.”
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