Damien,
The next morning I woke up with anticipation to see Mother. Immediately, I turned to Mother hoping she was awake, but she wasn't.
"Why the hell wouldn't she wake up? What is her problem?" I muttered, frustrated. I can't do this alone. I am confused. These wicked people have taken everything away from me. I have never lived without my mother’s guidance. What do I do?
I got off the bed and stared at my mother for an unhealthy amount of time, waiting to see any change in her, but it was all the same. Damn, I need to clean her up, I made a mess of her.
I carried Mother off the bed to the bathroom, cleaned her up, and bathed her. After that, I dressed her in a silk gown and laid her back on the bed. Now I am alone, left to deal with the reality alone.
Each time I see Mother lying
