Mother

She looks down at the child in her arms, apprehensively. The child is asleep: for now.   All that her child has given her for the past week is sleeplessness and misery.  She is tired and just wants to sleep- undisturbed for once, without having to wake up to those fitful cries in the middle…

She put out her hand and it trembled.  Was it from fear? Anxiety? Or from the heat? “Curse this hot weather!” She thought to her self.  She was wearing white? How could she feel this hot in white? But all thoughts of the heat and her suffering were dispelled from her head as he pushed the…

Of embarrassmentĀ 

They nagged me, asked me why I didn’t speak.  “Are you angry? Or are you sad?” “Come on. Speak to us,” they said.  They drew conclusions as to why I was silent; why I didn’t voice my thoughts.  But embarrassment wasn’t on their list.  Finally when I couldn’t take it anymore, I opened my mouth…

I’ll be your saviour

She looks at me with hope in her eyes. Her arthritis is getting worse and medicines won’t help her anymore.  Maybe, just maybe, I’ll be her saviour.  I choose to help her instead.  I push in the plunger and the drugs flow, knocking her out forever.  But what can I do? That’s the only way…