{"id":92586,"date":"2024-10-03T15:40:34","date_gmt":"2024-10-03T08:40:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/?p=92586"},"modified":"2024-10-03T15:40:34","modified_gmt":"2024-10-03T08:40:34","slug":"mama-please-live-with-me-for-a-long-long-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/mama-please-live-with-me-for-a-long-long-time\/","title":{"rendered":"Mama, please live with me for a long, long time&hellip;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Mom is 70. She hands me pears and apples, apologizing, <strong>&ldquo;They may not look very nice, but they\u2019re delicious. They\u2019re organic, from our garden. Take some; I know you love them&hellip;&rdquo;\n<p>And I take them. I also grab some cheese because I love Mom\u2019s cheese. I head outside, get in my car, and leave. Once again, I\u2019m on the go. I\u2019m in a hurry, changing cities and time zones. I visit Mom when I can\u2014after all my work, after coffee with friends, and a manicure at the salon.\n</p><p>I bring her something tasty, quickly ask how she is, what\u2019s new, and listen patiently (as if there\u2019s anything new with her and Dad). I can be a bit sarcastic about her problems, which seem insignificant to me, and then I rush off\u2014running to my obligations.\n</p><p><img fetchpriority='\"high\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-92590 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/lorevista.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/mama-hand1.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"1000\"' height='\"560\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/mama-hand1.jpg' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n</p><p>Mom always tells me I\u2019m not dressed warmly enough, that I\u2019m not taking care of my throat, and that\u2019s why my cough won\u2019t go away. She\u2019ll say I work too much and it\u2019s time to calm down. She agrees with me that life is complicated and that it\u2019s okay if I can\u2019t visit her often.\n</p><p>Yet we live just 20 kilometers apart. I call her regularly and listen to her detailed stories about the market, about my sister who struggles alone in the countryside, about how the tomatoes didn\u2019t bear fruit this year because of the drought, and how our cat got bitten by the neighbor\u2019s dog\u2026\n</p><p>I find it uninteresting. It seems like nothing significant happens in her life. I feel a bit angry when she complains about her ailments, and I beg her to see a doctor, but she just waves it off. But I\u2019m not a doctor\u2014what do I know about what medicine she should take?!\n</p><p>Then, all of a sudden, Mom says sadly, <strong>\u201cWho else can I complain to if not you\u2026\u201d\n<p>I go silent, holding the phone, realizing how unfair I\u2019ve been. That her bright voice on the line, all her words, and our endless debates about who is right, her grumbling, and my excuses\u2014all of it is our life. The one that exists right here, right now.\n</p><p>I jump in the car and drive to her <strong>\u201cunexpectedly.\u201d She manages to bake some flatbreads for me, while Dad offers me a glass of our homemade wine. I can\u2019t drink the wine; I\u2019m driving. He drinks alone, praising his wine. We laugh&hellip;\n<p>I wrap myself in Mom\u2019s shawl; it\u2019s a bit chilly. She quickly tosses firewood into the stove. And once again, I\u2019m a carefree, happy little girl. Everything is delicious. Everything is warm. And there are no problems\u2026<br>\nMama, please live with me for a long, long time because I can\u2019t imagine what it\u2019s like not to hear your voice, how it would feel without your cooking and the warmth of the home you create\u2026 I don\u2019t know how it feels to live without you\u2026\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"</p><p>Mom is 70. She hands me pears and apples, apologizing, &ldquo;They may not look very nice, but they\u2019re delicious. They\u2019re organic, from our garden. Take some; I know you love them&hellip;&rdquo; And I take them. I also grab some cheese because I love Mom\u2019s cheese. I head outside, get in my car, and leave. 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