“Why?” Tobia asked.
“Because I want to leave. I want to live on my own,” he finished, with a defiant raise of his chin.
“Have you considered the consequences, son?”
Xander glared at his father. “I’m leaving in the morning.”
Tag: compassion
A Mother’s Perspective
Mary watched in anguish, but not near the anguish her Son must have felt as He, with arms outstretched, hung on a cross.
The Good Fight
One day while vsiting Mom, I got a rare glimpse into the mind of one with Alzheimer’s. “I feel like I am in a tunnel and can’t find my way back,” she said. “Are you afraid?” I asked. “No, just frustrated.” “Where do you go in the tunnel?” I prodded. “I’m with my mother.” “Why do you go to your mother’s?” “Because she knows how to fix things,” she said, tapping her forehead.