It turns out that I never managed to get married, nor do I have children. Life has taken quite an unusual route for me. Now, at 57 years old, Ive just celebrated my birthday. It was simply the two of usmy mum and me. I didnt have anyone else to invite. I dont have any friends, and mum and I are left without any other family.
We live together and always lean on each other for support. Mum is now 86. I worry sometimes about what I will do when shes gone. But, for now, shes surprisingly well. Despite her age and the slow decline of her health each year, she never loses her spirit. She even still strolls out alone in the afternoons.
Im retired, but I still work a bit here and there because our pensions arent quite enough to live comfortably. Still, I dont feel down about ithaving my mum with me restores my happiness. After all, some people are much worse off: no home, no family, no money.
Mum and I live quietly in our little flat, enjoying the peace. In the evenings, we pour cuppas, knit, and watch our favourite programmes and films. On weekends, I bake cakes and invite our neighbours over. They regale us with stories about their own families. It warms me to see others happiness and I always hope that mum and I avoid any troubles.
This is the way we live day by day. I truly wish that this gentle life continues as long as possible for both my mum and me. Reflecting on it all, Ive learnt that contentment comes from appreciating the small comforts and the time spent with those you love.
