Run, little sister, run_Self Image_M-I-S-S-I-N-G_Please Don't Go
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Run, little sister, run
“It’s all going to come crashing down. Everything you have worked for, everything you take pride in is going to burn around you and there will be no power to stop it.”Coming out of the dazed state that I had been in, I look around to see the rest of my family giving me apprehensive looks. “What? What happened?” I ask, gaining confusion by the minute.“You zoned out Lily,” my mom says to me, her eyes show worry in them.“What do you mean I ‘zoned out’ ?”“Your eyes rolled up, your head fell back, and you weren’t answering to anyone calling out to you. You then started speaking. It kinda sounded li...
Self Image
"Who's the President?""Oh, I didn't vote for that guy" answered Mrs. Johnson. It was not an uncommon response from a patient with dementia. They answered the question, but they didn't really answer the question. It's a clever redirect, one that families often overlooked. The disease progression was so subtle they don't notice. But he saw the patients just infrequent enough to pick up on these little clues. Jack made a mental note to revisit the Mini Mental Status Exam at the follow up appointment. "And she is losing weight too, has she told you about that? She's always having diarrhea a...
M-I-S-S-I-N-G
Here he was, yet another night, staring down at the many houses below. The boy had his eyes fixated on one house in particular. Silhouettes of people waltzing through the rooms could be seen. The light was turned on in the kitchen and a person was moving around inside. As the familiar person looked out of the window, The boy felt an achwww.onedoor.cce in his chest. For he could not go there. He could not waltz through the rooms of the house while waiting for dinner to be finished. Yet he could not help but to return to the house which had used to be his home. The person looking out the window, his mother, m...
Please Don't Go
I was at the corner of Main Street and Acorn Ave when a screech echoed in the hot summer air as a red fiesta flipped over three times and finally stopped at my feet. My parents lay still as blood dripped onto the black ceiling of the car. Glass glinted it the morning sun as it stuck out of my father's forehead. Tears welled up in my eyes for I felt as if I was three years old again. Red and blue lights flickered around me as the sirens rang in my head. I tried to call out for my parents, but couldn't speak. The firefighter looked over at me and down at them. A wave of sadness washed ov...