The pensioner spoke, her voice trembling with memories as the grey London drizzle blurred the window.
How long has it been since your son last spoke to you? I asked my neighbour Margaret, my heart aching with dread at her fragile expression.
Its been over six years, she replied, her gaze fixed on the rain. After George moved up north with his wife, at first hed call from time to time. But then nothing. I remember one year, I bought a Victoria sponge for his birthday and went to visit She paused, her fingers twisting in her handkerchief before her shoulders shook with silent tears.
And what happened then? I ventured, my voice barely above a whisper.
His wifeSophieopened the door and told me I wasnt welcome. My son said nothing. He just looked at me, as if I was to blame for everything, then turned away. Margarets voice cracked. That was the last time I saw him.
Hes never called since? Disbelief flooded my words, clinging to the silence between us.
I called once, she said, quietly. Id decided to sell our three-bedroom flat in Islington for something smaller, something I could manage. Of course I gave him some of the moneyten thousand pounds. He came, signed a few papers, took the cheque Never rang again.
Do you feel lonely? Or have you just gotten used to being on your own? My concern for the elderly woman grew with every word.
Im quite alright, Margaret insisted with a brittle sort of pride. When I was a young woman, my husband left for another, left me to raise George by myself. I made sure he had all the love and care in the world. When he first said he wanted to move out, I was pleased. I thought he was becoming independent, making something of himself But it was all for herto please Sophie. She didnt want anyone interfering with their lives. Then she fell pregnant.
You tell me this so calmly. Arent you furious with him for leaving you to face old age alone? I struggled to disguise my astonishment.
Oh, I am used to it now, she murmured, looking out at the streetlights sparkling on wet pavements. I rather like this new little flat. I have enough to live comfortably. Every morning I wake up, put the kettle on, and step onto the balcony with my tea, watching the city come to life. When I was younger, I longed for moments like thistoo busy working double shifts to rest. I used to dream about growing old surrounded by family, but perhaps it was never for me.
Why not get a pet? I suggested softly. A cat, a dog it might make things less lonely.
Margaret smiled sadly. You see, dear, even cats wander off sometimes, and I cant bear the thought of a dog depending on mewhat if I dont wake up one morning? I cant be responsible for someone I cannot protect. I made mistakes before. Thats enough for a lifetime
Her voice broke, and she gave in to her sorrow, weeping quietly as Londons night pressed in around us.
Children, never forsake your parents. You are their flesh and blood, and when theyre gone, a part of you disappears with them.
