Yesterday my mother was alert, she ate, she wanted to get out of the room, we even called my uncles to talk to her. Her speech is blurred, but somewhat intelligible. Even the nurse from Hospice was surprised. Today, it is a totally different story: she is laying there sleeping. I tried to wake her to no avail. I fed her an Ice cream, I told her this is a raspberry Ice Cream from Sar-e.Tajrish. She has no energy. I told her we need to take the bus to Vanak, but mostly, I talked and I am not too sure if she heard. I don’t know what we get tomorrow, may be nothing. May be there is no tomorrow for Mahin. I kiss her forhead, I hold her hand, I am hoping she can feel that. She is in peace, though, no sign of pain or discomfort.
Yesterday when I was leaving another lady, my age, with a mother at Nursing home, was telling me that it was a good day for her mother, “when they are at this age”, she said, “you never know what you get when you arrive here”. I nodded, do’t I know it! She them said: “we are soul sisters”, sould sisters indeed.
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