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I am not your Mummy



15.2.20.


Mum is in her room. I give her hot tea and her tablets and show her the sign that today is Monday.


What’s going on today? 


Today’s Monday, just another day.


Who am I to you ?


You’re my mother


She drinks the tea and looks at me, confused


Who are you to me? she asks with pained eyes.


I’m your daughter.


What’s my name? she asks.


I can see her thinking hard.


I ease the difficulty


Your name’s Marysia. I am not your mother. Guess who I am?


Jane?


She guesses well.


I am still tired, she murmurs.


She tries again. Pointing to me, she questions You are Jane?


She points to herself, I am Marysia? 


You are my mother ?


No I’m not your mother. I’m your daughter.  


I break the tension. Don’t worry, I laugh. We’re getting confused.


She laughs a little too.




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