My Sick 67-Year-Old Mother Disappeared for 3 Days, and When She Returned She Pointed at My Husband
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I threw the door open just as the officers helped my mother up the steps. She looked disheveled, her clothes rumpled and her hair wild. Tears stung my eyes as I hugged her, the smell of the outdoors and three days of unwashed fear clinging to her.
“Claire-bear,” she said, calling me by the name she used my entire childhood. “Where have you been, baby? I was waiting all alone for you!”
A disheveled old woman | Source: Midjourney
“Mom, where did you go?” I whispered, holding her tight.
But she barely acknowledged my words. Instead, she was staring over my shoulder, her eyes fixed on Nate.
“Mom?” I said, stepping back. “Talk to me?”
“Three days ago,” she started to say. “I saw him. I saw Nate in your bedroom with a woman.”
“What?” I whispered again.
“I heard voices upstairs,” she said. “But I forgot that you and the kids were gone. So, I thought that it was the kids playing. I just wanted to see what they were doing.”
A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney
Nate shifted uncomfortably.
“Claire, she’s confused. You know how your mom is. She’s probably remembering something from years ago…”
But Mom shook her head, her eyes wide and wild.
“No! I saw you! And I asked you to explain yourself. You tried to make me feel like I was stupid, Nathan! And you said that the woman was a homeless person who you were helping out for the night. Which homeless person wears red-bottomed shoes? And you told me to get out!”
“Mom, what do you mean he told you to get out?” I asked.