Unfamiliar

It had been three years since Lea admitted her mother into the nursing home for Alzheimer patients. Sometimes she knew Lea and sometimes she was just a stranger visiting.

“Mom, wouldn’t you like to get some fresh air outside. Let me take you for a walk.” Lea pushed the wheelchair to the door.

“Where is my daughter? I don’t know you!” She struggled to break free from her wheelchair.

“I’m your daughter. It’s me, Lea.”

The nurse came in and helped Lea’s mother back into bed.

“I raised a nice girl.” Lea’s mother said.

It wasn’t Lea she spoke of.

From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher