Recession

April 12, 2016

Recession

I lived with my parents for a few years during the recession, ruining their house with my greeting cards and tornado-like workstation that ate their first floor.  

I worked in the dining room on my laptop.  Occasionally Mom would slide open the dining room door and say something.

MOM:  Falling asleep?

ME (entering invoices):  Why would you think I was falling asleep?

MOM:  Just a suggestion!  Use your time wisely.




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Several years ago, Mom and I visited Japan during cherry blossom season.  While there, Mom found out that her mom had cancer and was awaiting surgery in the hospital.

That night, Mom lay on the bed in our room at the ryokan.  “Emmie, my mom is sick . . . what if I lose her?” she asked.  

I tried to think of something kind and comforting to say.

“Well, she is 86,” I said.