I live with my mum. Shes 86 now.
As fate would have it, marriage rather passed me by, and I never had children either. My life turned out a bit peculiar, all things considered. Now Im 57just celebrated my birthday the other day. It was just us two, me and Mum, with no one else to invite, really. I havent got any friends, and neither of us has any family left.
We share a home and always look out for one another. Mums 86, bless her. I have absolutely no idea what Ill do when shes not around. For now, though, shes still going strong! Even as the years creep up and her health isnt quite what it was, she refuses to give in. She even heads out for a stroll on her own from time to time.
Im officially retired, but I still keep working a bitour state pensions dont exactly pay for the high life. Not that Im complaining; I genuinely count myself lucky to have my lovely mum. There are plenty of people much worse off: some havent got a home, any money, or even a soul to talk to.
But Mum and I, we muddle along quite happily. In the evenings, we sip our tea, do a bit of knitting, and have a laugh watching our favourite British dramas and comedies. On weekends, I bake cakes and invite the neighbours round for a chinwag. They fill us in on all the goings-on with their families. I find joy in hearing about peoples good fortune and quietly hope that calamity gives Mum and me a wide berth.
Thats how we go about our lives, and I do hope it stays just like this for as long as possiblefor both of us.
