Who am I?

My aunt’s gone away for about a month. This is my aunt who normally looks after my mother… takes her for blood tests, does her laundry at the home, buys the stuff she needs bought, and, in general, puts up with any of the crap.

Now that she’s gone away, I’ve been the one going to visit my mother every night and, as you know, my mother and I have never been on the best of terms.

However, my nightly visits are quite fun and mysterious. Who will I be tonight? Each night I ask her if she knows who I am, and each night she says, “yes, you’re …. [fill in the blank].

Some nights I’m her brother. Some nights I’m her sister. Last night I was her daughter, and tonight I was her granddaughter.

The good thing about that is that she’s happy to see me. And she thinks that she hasn’t seen me in a very long time.

The bad thing is when she asks me how long I’m ‘up’ for (as if I’m visiting from out of town) and I have to go through the whole same conversation every night about how I’m her daughter, and I’ve lived in Toronto all my life.

Tonight she argued with me about all her granddaughters – apparently she thinks she has many. She has one granddaughter and one grandson. There’s something in me that makes me have to set her straight. Maybe I think that she’ll “come out of it” if she realizes that what I’m saying is true. I know it probably won’t do anything, and we’ll go through the same thing again the next night, that’s the reality.

My aunt, before she left, said something to the effect of, “no wonder she thinks you’re her brother, with that short hair”, which disturbed me a little. I would think that even if I had a masculine look about me, the earrings, the make-up, the women’s clothing and shoes, and the boobs (albeit not too huge) might be a dead giveaway that I’m not a man.

Thank you, my loving aunt (and Godmother) for letting me know what you really think.

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Comments

Silly question. You’re the one and only Jafer, living in TO – probably the central nerve of the Canadian Dream in Action. I respect you as a fellow Canadian blogger, to be sure, but more than that – meh, I’m having a few brews tonight. To make a long story short, I think you’re cool as shit for being there for your Mom, and just for being you.

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