I miss my room. This is the room, where those closest to me, spent their last days. I miss the familiar surroundings and noises. I miss my old cot and bed.
All my life, I have been looking after my family. It was my brothers and sisters initially, then my children and their children. Now I am old and crippled. I can no longer walk. I need help for everything. My memory lingers only in the distant past. Have I become a burden?
Please do not keep me away from my room and home of many years. Please take me back…..
