Mom has been living with me for a month. Because of undiagnosed mental issues,
she has exhibited quite an imagination. A FEW things has shared that she has seen or has happened in the time she has been with me includes:
· Horses on my neighbor’s roof
· People dressed in horse costumes with huge sneakers
· Dead people
· A giant praying mantis
· A disrespectful child, supposedly my daughter’s friend whom she has threatened
· Dead people flying in the house
· A group of people circling around me
· City buses riding across my lawn
· The mafia outside in a parked car, watching the house & waiting to kill us
· A “mind call” that my dad was dead
· A dead person saying my aunt was dead
· An imaginary new husband who was to pick her up, so she got dressed and waited for her
· People putting out a fire next door
· The house behind me burning
· A trip to the ER for food poisoning
· The “husband” had an accident a block from my house and was taken to the hospital by ambulance.
Today, mom told me that I wasn’t black, but rather of Indian descent as her parents, my grandparents were. She admitted that she never shared this information with me before. My response---“I’m just a black girl from New Orleans.” She then said, “You talk like a fool.”
Sometimes all you can do is laugh!
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