CONFUSION

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They say I’m in my son’s house

Too old to live alone

They say he’ll care for me

But I know that cannot be.

My son is a baby – he is only three.

 

Challenge picture prompt – write story in 140 characters or less.

Challenge by Kat Myrman

 

 

 

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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8 Responses to CONFUSION

  1. Kat Myrman says:

    Wow! A very interesting twist Oneta! Well done! 😊

  2. Faye says:

    Good twist. Interesting challenge. Thanks.

  3. What a twist. I feel for the befuddled one who is probably struggling with Alzheimers.

    • oneta hayes says:

      It is a horrible disease. When my mom was within a couple weeks of death from cancer, the doctor asked me in her presence, to come to the hall for discussion of her condition. When I went back to her room, she asked me if he had told me she had Alzheimers. She did not by any means! But I realized that even in the face of her death, she could think of something worse! I guess one can more easily carry her own cross when she sees another that would be worse. Rather strange, but I think I understand. In the time of my own afflictions, I have always had so much to be thankful for. One of which right now at 83, I don’t have Alzheimers!

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