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Diary of a Sister

Chapter 4 Mother Was Ill and a Hole in the Door

Word Count: 1116    |    Released on: 09/02/2022

nt of the United States. What could trump the absurdity of that? Well, although not at all of the same

use, including 3-time-a-day meals, electricity and whatnot. Since I had my first child, Bo, I had to quit working and therefore I relied on my husband Jude's income who at that time worked for a TV network company. It wasn't much but enough to make some contribution. As for Dungi, he considered that his salary was inadequ

nees couldn't fully support the weight of her body anymore. She needed a wheelchair. So to help her during the trip, she brought along her maid, leaving one maid behind to care for Dungi and his family. We left early

hen he wen

er of not respecting him, of not caring about his feelings, of taking him for granted, and, this one was funny, of treating him like a security guard of the family. Finally, he accused my Mom of sucking up to my Brother beca

grate

s anger. He repeated the accusations, but this time to the face of his mother, with profanities. Pointing at her face. Shouting at her face. And this time even Pilos joined in. And when my mothe

Pilos realized how much they had been subsidized all along and decided that if they must pay, then they'd rather move out and rent a house of their own

these?

ld beginning of her Paralytic Ileus. My Brother reckoned that if it was left alone, it would get worse, and the cost of medication or hospitalization would so

ng as he wanted it to be. The vacation made her forget her pain, but she was never able to rationalize it. The positive impact of the vacation diminished rather quickly. She was b

er daughter, always be by her side. I was not there. I was so deep in my own trouble zone, a serious marital problem. Drowned in it, I was aloof towards

, she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer at a very late stage. The doctor gave her months to live. We scrambled to make whatever amends we must with her, especially me, who

veness. But that was enough for my mother to not harbor any more toxic feelings. She never forgave him fully either. As my Brother

ungi. All for pr

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