Sunday, 26th January 2025
She has been worrying about me for a year
I met my mother today.
I haven't visited her since I couldn't accept her aging.
It was February 2024.
She has believed that I got cancer again and stayed in hospital.
She has been asking my brother about my condition again and again.
He could hardly explain to her because I didn't tell him anything but I changed my job.
He also didn't ask me anything.
I told her I didn't get cancer and it is going to be the last time for me to visit the hospital I had surgery.
When I got out of a lift, I felt at first was like, oh? was she a small person like this?
She lost a pretty amount of her weight.
I was ill and on sick leave for several months and then changed my job.
I'm not sure she understood this.
She may be suspicious and still believe that I got cancer again.
Because she totally forgot about my haircut and pointed out I lost weight.
I've had a buzz cut for years but she thought I lost my hair because of chemotherapy.
I'm happy I could meet her again.
She seemed happy, too.
I vowed to myself that I will visit her oftener.
I felt sorry for her.
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