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My mother is dying, and there is nothing anyone can do about it. My father simply sits downstairs in his leather easy chair, drinking and watching re-runs of old cop shows, pretending it’s not happening and that, at any moment, she’ll wake up and pick up the old threads of her life.
My mother sleeps almost all the time now, and I sit with her as much as I can when I am not looking after the household chores or my father. I hold her dry, frail hand in mine and remember days when her hands were firm and strong and it was she who was holding my hand. Now, she is a former shell of herself. The once vibrant, laughing woman has been reduced to a lump buried under a sea of floral bed covers. So thin and wasted away, her presence is only …show more content…

His eyes drop down to the suitcases at my feet, and then back up to me. Understanding dawns on his bloated face.
“I’m leaving,” I repeat.
He smirks. “Yeah, right. You can’t leave me, I’m your father.”
“Actually, you’re not.”
At his look of surprise, I nod. “That’s right, she told me.”
He just looks at me as if I have gone crazy. Maybe I have, just a little.
“I want you out. I may be leaving, but it’s only temporary to give you time to pack your things and leave. I refuse to spend another night under the same roof with you.
“Since you didn’t think it important enough to marry my mother—yes, I’m aware of that too—it seems Mother willed everything to her only living child: me. Since this was her house, that makes it and everything in it mine now.”
That gets his attention but good. He starts to his feet, beginning to bluster, “Now, just you wait a minute, missy—”
But, I just hold my hand up. “If you leave quietly, I will split half the sale proceeds with you.” I hadn’t meant to give him so much, but it just slips out. “Otherwise, if you make this difficult, I will fight you until all the money is eaten up in legal fees. The choice is yours. You have two days to get out.”
The man, whom I once thought was my father, slowly sinks back down into his chair.
I pick up my two bags and turn to leave. “Oh, and if anything of my mother’s goes missing from the house, your take goes down

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