#FFFC 52 — what’s important

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Dotty’s stroke while cross-country skiing landed her first in an emergency room, then in a long-term rehabilitation center. She was taught how to walk, speak, feed herself, open doors, and dress herself again. Most of the time Dotty’s thoughts were clear; it was just making her body do what her thoughts were telling them to do.

The day the young woman walked into her hospital room was the day Dotty knew things would never be the same again. The young woman looked very familiar to her, but no matter how hard she tried, she finally was forced to ask.

I know I know you, but what is your name again?”

A cloudy expression invaded the young woman’s face; tears feel like rain.

I’m Lin, your daughter, mom.”

The day arrived that Dotty had waited for so long. She was being discharged from the hospital. Lin picked her up and soon the car was on the road. As Lin turned right instead of left on Janes Street, Dotty asked, “Lin, where are we going?”

Lin said, “I thought we’d go out for a cup of real coffee and blueberry muffins first.”

Dotty had to admit that sounded so good. They went to their favorite breakfast cafe.

Such a great idea, Lin. I’ve missed our chats here.”

Mom, I have too. Before we go, I need to share something with you. It’s about where we are headed next.”

OK, what do you mean?”

The doctor didn’t tell you, but she doesn’t think you’re ready just yet to go home. I’ve made arrangements at an assisted living complex. I brought some of your things from your house. So it won’t feel so foreign to you.”

But what about Mlady!?! I’ve missed her so much.”

This place is pet-friendly, so Mlady is waiting for you at your apartment.”

Lin, I think you did a rotten thing by not telling me this before now. I understand why you did it though, so I’m not angry about it.”

Mom, you know I want what’s best for you. This is just a small hoop to jump through before going home.”

They drove to the complex, which was only a mile from Lin’s house. Mlady was looking out of the window as they pulled up. As they walked in, the first thing she noticed was a wooden chair with some of her favorite things on it. She hugged Lin and thanked God for a daughter who loved her.

 

FFFC

Fandango is the host of Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.  Fandango says:
Welcome to “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.” Each week I will be posting a photo I grab off the internet and challenge bloggers to write a flash fiction piece or poem inspired by the photo. There are no style or word limits.

The [top] image [above] is from Daria-Yakovleva at pixabay.com.

9 Comments Add yours

  1. Li you made a sad story sound so charming, nice ending.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thanks, Jim. It’s making the best of a bad situation.

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  2. Sadje says:

    Such a lovely story, Li. I love the optimistic tone of it. 👌

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    1. msjadeli says:

      🙂 Thank you!

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      1. Sadje says:

        You’re welcome 😉

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  3. badfinger20 says:

    Good ending…for a second I thought Lin was going to do something I wouldn’t like her for…

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Lin loves her mom ❤

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  4. Fandango says:

    What a great, heartwarming story. I hope it won’t be too long before Dotty can go home again. But then again, she may grow to really enjoy her life at the assisted living complex.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thanks, Fandango. It may be she doesn’t return home…

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