My mom’s wheelchair

If your furniture, appliances, and other inanimate objects at home had feelings and emotions, to which item would you owe the biggest apology?

The first thing that came to my mind was my mom’s wheelchair.

In fact it’s great, I don’t know what we would do without it. Thanks to it, my mom can move around the apartment, go out and go to the park to enjoy the fresh air when the weather is good, go to Mass… Without it, she would lay in bed all day.

The wheelchair has done a lot of services. It served my dad untill his death, years before my mom got ill. And it’s still working dutifully.

If I could talk with it I would say: “thank you so much for your services. But I own you an apology, because I hate you! I hate you with all my heart! I hate you because of what you represent. I hate you because all the pain and the slow decline I’ve seen around you. I’m sorry, wheelchair, you are really wonderful and I’m deeply grateful to you, but I can’t help myself. I hate you.”




Wronged Objects.


Author: Olga Brajnović

Journalist and writer. I've worked for 26 years in a newspaper in Spain. I worked for two years as a stringer and correspondent in the US and went as a special envoy to other places like the Balkans. Author of a biography. Sea lover. Avid reader. Classic Music enthusiast.

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