She felt her heart sink as the question was asked. Talking to her mom on the phone was getting increasingly harder and harder. But tonight? Tonight was the culmination of all her fears about the dreaded disease her mom has. For tonight the she was asked if the man in the house was dad. She listened as her mom described her fear and displayed her uncertainty over the man standing before her. The daughter fought back the tears as she tried to compose herself and calm her mother's fears and concern. "Yes that is dad" the daughter said. The sound of relief in the mother's voice was undeniable. Even though her brain wouldn't let her recognize him fully, she trusted her daughter and what she was saying. She cried tears of relief and just kept thanking the daughter over and over again for telling her that. She needed to hear that and was scared of her inability to recognize him. The daughter held it together long enough to hang up the phone somehow. Then the sadness, frustration and confusion overcame her.
What a terrible disease and a terrible way to see a woman that use to be so amazing and special. The doubts about everything she has been told to believe in and the faith people are suppose to have? That makes no sense. How can this sort of sick thing be allowed to take over a person like this. IF.....well she couldn't say it but she thought it. She doubted everything and she didn't understand how if there really is a........uff..she just couldn't bring herself to say it. Because surely if there was, this sort of thing wouldn't be happening would it?
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