For a long time now, my mother has not watered her plants or cut the weeds, yet many of them continue to bloom.
Today I went with my sister and brother to visit my mother.
My sister is sweet and patient, my brother is strong. And I am perhaps, sometimes, a little bit of what I mentioned about each of them, although lately what I do most is observe.
I have plenty of reasons to be in a contemplative state right now. My head hurts when the rest of my body moves, and that doesn't feel good at all... Although, to be honest, I'm not too worried about losing my mind at some point. What hurts the most is the pain, literally.
As for visiting my mother, everything went very well. I spent time with her and some of my siblings, we talked, we sunbathed, we ate, and we laughed a lot too... It was a good day after all.
I came home feeling a little sad. I wish I could do more for my mother, who is in a wheelchair, but not in the sense of assisting her with everything. Rather, I would like to help her feel a little more independent from others in her daily life, see her blossom. However, I suppose it's not up to me, although I can certainly help her, I think, as long as she really wants it, I think.
I arrived a little tired, as I had to cross the streets of Caracas, partly on foot, partly by bus, and partly in my brother-in-law's car. My mother lives a little far away.
I'll listen to some soft music to relax and get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow I have to get up early to work at the bakery. On Sundays, they sell a lot of bread in the morning... So I need to recharge my batteries.
