My Mother's Wheelchair

My mother lived with me for almost a year before she died. She had a wheelchair that she despised at first. I coaxed her to the mall to try out her wheelchair. Reluctantly, she went with me.

I got the wheelchair out of the van and got it ready. She started to sit down, and I said, “No. That’s not right.” Then I sat down in the wheelchair, and she pushed me… only a few steps, but she did not complain. We switched places and we laughed. We went into the mall for a while, and it was a good day for each of us.

Last month, I broke my ankle, and now, I am in her wheelchair. It’s been 4 weeks, and I still can’t put any weight on my ankle, so I am bound wheelchair bound in my mother’s wheelchair. Karma’s a bitch!!