One day, my brother called me and said that he and his family were going to the seaside, and since he had no one to leave my mother with, he asked me to take her to his place. I didn’t mind, because my brother and his family had been taking care of my mother for a long time and deserved a family vacation. But as long as I have known my mother, she has always had a very difficult personality, and she always liked to make scandals out of nothing. I had only one bed at home, and I decided to give it to my mom, and I put an air mattress on the floor. She arrived, everything went well, there were no quarrels. But when we were about to go to bed, my mother said that her mattress was very uncomfortable and something was stabbing her in the back.
But my mattress doesn’t even have a spring, and the bed is brand new. I had to find her a featherbed. I hoped that at least with it my mother would be comfortable, but no, my mother would not calm down. The next morning, I got up early, as usual, made myself some coffee and got ready for work. Just before I left, my mother stopped me: “Where are you going? And who is going to give me the injections? It was strange, because I hadn’t been warned about the injections. After calling my sister-in-law, I found out that my mother actually knows how to give herself injections, so I calmly went to work, where I was already an hour late, and of course, my mother did not like it very much.
When I came home, I found my mother lying on the floor in sweat, breathing heavily. I picked her up, and after half an hour she barely regained consciousness. It turned out that she had eaten a lot of food that was contraindicated for her, and she got sick.” “You don’t watch me, so things happen. You probably want me to lie down as soon as possible,” she grumbled. “I can’t quit my job because of her and look after her all day. She is a grown woman, quite independent, she can live alone, but a few years ago my brother sold my mother’s apartment and bought a bigger one closer to the city center. So he took my mother to live with him. I don’t know how to deal with my mother’s whims anymore. She behaves like a child, but her behavior is not amusing or touching, unlike children’s whims.
