-This book about travel has fantastic pictures! Said George to Cintya, who was sitting on a chair staring at some point on the opposite wall.
-Leave me alone! She whispered after an awkward silence.
-But you must see these places. We can pack our clothes first thing tomorrow and go to see the world out of this oppressive house. I have some money saved. I’m serious. Let’s do it! It would be fun!
-I don’t want to go! She pleaded, about to cry.
-Don’t be scared, Cintya. If we leave for a trip, we will be free, see the world, meet new people, and make friends. Won’t be great?
Cintya was trembling, and a tear rolled down her cheek.
In front of her, a man in a white robe opened the door and called her.
-Cintya, come, please.
-I don’t want to go!
The man approached her to help her stand and walk. But she tried to resist.
-I don’t want to go! Pleaded Cintya, now crying.
The man forced her to enter the next room.
-It’s for your good, he said in a calm voice.
George closed the book and looked with sadness. He knew he was going to be the next.
Like Cintya, he was waiting to be admitted to that nursing home against his will because his children couldn’t take care of him.
2 thoughts on “Waiting”
What a sad story.
Yeah. I guess I was in a sad mood today