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Grimm OFC - (Monroe) Kate
WIP: Coffee Shop PT 2
by avenger-nerd-mom
Veronica Connors has her hands full taking care of her sick mother...
Warnings: Language, sick parent, caretaker role
Word Count: 2330
I’ve been working on some original fiction pieces aside from my fan fictions. I will not be posting whole stories here or on Wordpress but I plan to share bits and pieces as I make progress. No famous personalities and quirks to fall back on, no face claims… these hurting souls are all mine.
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As the summer continues a pattern develops. Mother and I develop a schedule. Breakfast and medicine. A walk around the yard before the summer Sun heats up. She enjoys telling me about her garden. On really good days we get down in the dirt and she feels productive, regaling me with stories I've never heard about her childhood. Lunch and medicine. Her afternoon nap. Her soaps on TV. She complains daily that her favorites are no longer on the air, having been replaced by ‘those damn game shows and ranting women.’
I try to finish my work for the office by two each day. The advice for new mothers to nap when the baby naps? I would say it holds true for anyone taking care of an aging parent. Even on a day when she is active and lucid I'm worn out. When she settles into her chair for the afternoon I often curl up on the couch and try to catch an hour nap. I have to; I never know what the night time will bring. I'm learning it often means night terrors, fits of rage and on one occasion trying to escape the house at two in the morning.
The woman I see isn’t my mother anymore. My mother, although controlling, was graceful and arrogant. Yet she had a way about her that made everyone like her. I didn't realize till college that was all for show. She was tolerated simply because she was head of so many committees in town. I knew I didn't like her but was surprised my freshman year in college when I worked at the country club over the summer that many of her friends didn’t like her either. I overheard them one day as I was helping prep for one of her charity events. Although the things they said about Eleanor Connor were true, it was difficult to hear others hate your own flesh and blood. That was my job.
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