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By Debra Brand
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Mom: Yes.
Daughter: How are you? Do you see me? (Does she know who I am?)
Mom: Fine …
Daughter: Your hair is white! You never wanted to have white or gray hair.
Mom: Is it? Oh, well …
Daughter: Do you still have music? I heard they gave you an Alexa! (She loves music and misses the entertainment. That must be how they kept her in her room during the lockdown.)
Mom: Oh, I love to sing! La la la … la …
Daughter: I wish I could give you a hug. Mom, stretch your hand out so I can touch you. (A little more, a little more … Oh, it’s impossible!)
Mom: That’s nice. Hello, Chester! See Chester? He’s such a good boy.
Daughter: You know there’s quarantine and I can’t come and see you inside? (Now, she’s seeing Chester. Her dog came to live with me when she became unable to fend for herself. He passed away a few years ago. I had taken him to see her, thinking they would be overjoyed at the visit, but they didn’t even recognize each other.)
Mom: I heard, terrible, terrible.
Daughter: I wish this fence wasn’t between us. ( I can’t believe she’s not concerned about her hair. She often told me never to go gray. Keep looking young. Up until now, she was the only chestnut-colored woman in the facility!)
Mom: It’s beautiful out here.
Daughter: Everyone in the family is good. (I haven’t told her about the death of her son-in-law or niece. Why worry her? Does she even remember? I need to get closer.)
Mom: Yes.
Daughter: Are you smiling? Are you happy? (I wish I could see her face. These masks even hide our character!)
Mom: Something isn’t right …
Daughter: Are you uncomfortable? (Didn’t the aides’ potty her before she came outside? They knew it was an appointed time. This is so frustrating. I don’t recognize her blouse. Does she have any of her own clothes left?)
Mom: I have to go.
Daughter: Here comes your aide. (We didn’t even spend 20 minutes together if that’s what I can call it. When will this be over?) Mom, I love you. See you soon!
Mom: Let’s go.
Daughter: (She’ll be 96 in December. Will we celebrate or still be separated? Oh, how I hate COVID19!)
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