Home From Home
Robert turned from the window. He loved that view. Already, he had plans for the garden. He looked back at his mother.
“ I went to see the people at Sunnyside again yesterday, Mother,” he said casually.
Constance pulled the woollen shawl closer round her shoulders and sighed inwardly. He was going to raise the subject of that wretched nursing home again!
“Sunnyside, dear? Who’s at Sunnyside?”
Robert sighed and sat in the armchair opposite her.
“Sunnyside Court, Mother. The retirement home I took you to see.”
“The nursing home!” Constance glared at Robert, folded her arms firmly, then looked away again.
“Mother it’s a retirement home. You can’t stop here forever. Not on your own.”
“I don’t need a nursing home – not as much as you want this house!”
Robert leaned forward and pressed his fingers to his forehead.
“Mother – we’ve been over all this before. It makes so much sense to sell the house and use the money to give you all the care and comfort Sunnyside can provide.”
Constance knew, from last time they had talked, that arguing had got her nowhere. She cast a glance at Robert who was still holding his head and staring unhappily at the floor.
“I really try – not to be any trouble to anyone,” she said sadly, “yet you all seem to want to shut me away and sell my home. I just don’t understand. I get so confused and upset.”
Quickly, Robert came and sat on the arm of her chair and put an arm around her.
“Of course we don’t want to shut you away. Look, we’ll talk about it another time. Alright?”
Constance allowed herself a little smile.
“Yes, dear. Another time.”
Robert turned from the window. He loved that view. Already, he had plans for the garden. He looked back at his mother.
“ I went to see the people at Sunnyside again yesterday, Mother,” he said casually.
Constance pulled the woollen shawl closer round her shoulders and sighed inwardly. He was going to raise the subject of that wretched nursing home again!
“Sunnyside, dear? Who’s at Sunnyside?”
Robert sighed and sat in the armchair opposite her.
“Sunnyside Court, Mother. The retirement home I took you to see.”
“The nursing home!” Constance glared at Robert, folded her arms firmly, then looked away again.
“Mother it’s a retirement home. You can’t stop here forever. Not on your own.”
“I don’t need a nursing home – not as much as you want this house!”
Robert leaned forward and pressed his fingers to his forehead.
“Mother – we’ve been over all this before. It makes so much sense to sell the house and use the money to give you all the care and comfort Sunnyside can provide.”
Constance knew, from last time they had talked, that arguing had got her nowhere. She cast a glance at Robert who was still holding his head and staring unhappily at the floor.
“I really try – not to be any trouble to anyone,” she said sadly, “yet you all seem to want to shut me away and sell my home. I just don’t understand. I get so confused and upset.”
Quickly, Robert came and sat on the arm of her chair and put an arm around her.
“Of course we don’t want to shut you away. Look, we’ll talk about it another time. Alright?”
Constance allowed herself a little smile.
“Yes, dear. Another time.”
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