TITLE: Love Without Hypocrisy
By Delores McCarter
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The bottle was placed on her night stand to help her sleep, but she was never one for taking pills, prescription or not. She just wished the pain would go away. The grief was almost too much to bear.
Lisaís thoughts kept racing back to the same moment in time, as if her mind was stuck like a record player needle on a broken record. Her memory took her back to the moment in time just before her world fell apart.
Lisa walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water to take with her on her run. When she looked at her momís irritated expression, she knew a reprimand was coming. She didnít want to pick a fight, least of all with her mother. It was evident that her mom decided that today was the day to set her daughter straight on a few things, but Lisa was not in the mood for a lot of arguing.
Her mom was standing at the kitchen counter making biscuits from scratch. She sifted the flour into a mixing bowl, but she didnít sift many words that day. They just came tumbling out of her mouth in a quick, rapid-fire motion.
ďYou really need to spend more time with your children. I donít like you neglecting those kids. I raised you better than that.Ē Her mom said. Lisa stood in the doorway and looked in amazement.
ďMom, Iím not neglecting my children. They are both on the honor roll and are doing nicely, thank you very much.Ē Lisa could feel her body tense up.
ďLisa, now listen to me. Iím telling you that you need to spend more time with them. Its not about working all the time. Its about family.Ē She reprimanded.
ďIím am not going to argue with you, Momma. I see to my kids. I care about them and they are well provided for.Ē She grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and her mom sifted the flour vigorously.
ďWell provided for. Humph. See? Thatís not even what Iím talking about.Ē
She shook her head and started sifting flour again.
ďI donít need this. Iím already giving my all working my tail off everyday, and despite how you feel about it, thatís all Iím willing to give.Ē Lisa said storming out of the kitchen.
Lisa tied her running shoes and headed for the front door. She was almost out the door when she heard a loud crash coming from the kitchen. As Lisa raced toward the kitchen, she has a sickening feeling in her gut. Her fears were confirmed when she saw her mom on the kitchen floor clutching her chest. The ambulance arrived quickly and whisked her off to the nearest hospital, however, her momís heart gave out before they arrived to the hospital.
Lisaís doctor ordered her to stay in bed and rest for a few days. She stayed in bed for two entire days, but no one could call it rest. Her mind was constantly reflecting back on the last thing she told her mom: ďIím already giving my all working my tail off everyday, and despite how you feel about it, thatís all Iím willing to give.Ē
She couldnít believe how foolish she was.
June 1, 2005
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