I was always that kind girl in the company who was ready to listen to everyone and help everyone with a kind word or deed. However, I considered myself as such, but until recently.
My grandmother is 87. A year ago she fell down the stairs. Doctors said that she had no chance to walk again. But contrary to all the laws of nature and physics, 3 months after the accident she walked again on her own two feet, without any help.
We live in different apartments, but in the same building. Now I don’t spend much time with her because she is better. All I have to do is help her take care of herself and keep the house clean. I help her shower, cut her nails, take care of her hair, clean the house, cook for her… life is a fairy tale.
The MRI scan showed that the grandmother had multiple strokes, indicated by black dots on the scan. The doctor said that she can walk and talk – it is a great miracle. And bad behavior, irritability and aggression are the consequences of the disease. Every new day brings new accusations against me. There are repeated ones, but mostly new ones.
– You made me disabled. A cripple. You hurt my back with your improper massage – today there were such statements.
And where do the roots of this accusation come from? After she returned from the hospital, I rubbed her back with some ointment to make the pain less. Now she is fine, I can say. She walks just like she did before she fell.
– Why did you do this to me? Don’t you feel sorry for the old woman? Shameless, and the way you look me in the eye now.
After such tirades, I want to break her back for real, so that she would at least give me what I deserve. But I quickly prepare her food and run to my room so as not to take out my aggression on her. It already seems to me that she is not my grandmother, but some stranger who hates me for some reason. I feel sorry for her. Her only guests are me and my daughter. Sometimes a neighbor comes to visit her. And so I feel sorry for her and for myself.
