I am not your Mummy
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?
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.