Today, I went out to meet my aunt. My dad’s sister is living in an old-age home. It is saddening, but I can do nothing about it. As much as I’d want to, the grown-ups never want to agree on the matters where their ego would be shattered. Or, at least my conscience does listening to the pointless disagreement. Even aunt herself. It has become one of my favourite hangouts to go meet her. They just like me at the old-age home.
She says she is happy there, and I do really see that. She gets along good with the others in-home. And, likes to live like it’s her age to relax. Maybe we do really see the person clearly when far away.
I did see when she was here in our home. Maybe that is when she was gone too far.