♧︎︎︎♡︎ 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 ♡︎♧︎︎︎

➹𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙊𝙣𝙚 (𝙁𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙋𝙩 𝙊𝙣𝙚)➷

Y/M/N = Your mother's name
L/n = Last name

Y/n POV

𝘔𝘢𝘺 14 20𝘹𝘹

I inhale sharply. It's time again. Mothers day. I decided I'd visit my very own, who was unfortunately graced with Alzheimers. She barely remembers me when I visit or call. So I called early, asking if she'd be available to visit. The nurse put her on the phone and I explained it. I step into the building, heading to the reception. "Hi, I'm here to see my mother,Y/M/N L/N? I called in early, someone said she had some free time. The woman behind the counter pulls a book out and flips through it. " Ah, Y/n L/n, right?" She speaks. "Yes, I'm not sure of her room number though."

"She's in room number twenty, straight down the first hall. I think a nurse is there assisting her, she is about to get free time." The woman sets the book down, continuing with tapping on a computer. "Okay, thank you so much!" I reply, briskly walking down the hallway. The dim lighting and hardly any windows make it seem surreal. I find a number on a door, reading out '20'. I take a deep breath, knocking. I hear muffled voices, one of which I recognize. "Oh, Y/M/N! You have a guest!" "Do I? Who is it?"

My mother. Then one who 'raised' me. Once more I visit her, she doesn't recognize me, I explain my identity and our relationship, she remembers a little bit, tells me the same story over and over and the cycle continues. Again and again timelessly.

A nurse opens the door, smiling. "Welcome, Y/n. Your mother was anxiously waiting, though she doesn't remember the call. You have about two hours before she needs to eat. Just be calm with her, she's a little agitated right now." The nurse soon leaves as I greet her. I turn to my mother, who is pacing the floor. "The nurse said you called earlier, I don't remember much." Her sweet voice is now like that of the clueless. "Yeah, I did. I'm your daughter. You had me at 25 years old." I reply, hoping even an inch of memory enters her mind. "Ah, you are very.... Uh... What is the word?" She turns away, mumbling a few words. "Pretty, that word. I can't believe I have a daughter.." She trails off, as though unknowing what more to say. "I'm sorry I don't visit much, I live in a very different city."

"Why not take me there?" She asks innocently. "It's too fast paced. I can barely keep up with city life. But I make money there to help you and I." At one point, I did consider taking her. But it's all too fast and I haven't seen a place suitable for her yet. "You have a good.. Uhm...jo- job?" She seemed to forget words easily. "Yes mom, you taught me how to gamble so I turned it into a way of money making." I hope she remembers it. The little spark dies down as she replies. "I did? What did I teach you? Was I a good mother?" Again she asks me this question and I'm flooded with guilt. A side of me wants to say yes, lie to her to comfort her. But a side wishes it could completely call her out. She's clueless, though. I suck it up and lie to her every time. She pats the couch where she now sits. "You taught me card games and you had a talent in it... Y-... Yes, you were an amazing mother." She look at me, marveling at my presence. "I have a daughter... Did I have other ch-... Childs? Children?" She looks into my eyes, curious. "No, it was just me." She smiles at me.

"What is your life like? I could tell you mine but it's very boring. I hardly get time to go out." She seems easily annoyed. Just saying those words, her face slightly altered. "Well, it's a big city with a casino as the main attraction. I don't think you'd remember, but my friend from years ago also moved there, so I get to see her a lot. There's also the apartment I live in, but I plan to maybe move next year or so. Uh, I'm actually friends with the president, it started when I won against him in a card game. It's very fast paced and difficult to keep up with, but I manage well." I explain, hoping my words are simple enough. "Ah, so it is a big... pl- city? Tell me of your friends." She looks to be actually interested.
"There aren't many I speak with often. About two and three if you count someone else. The one I mentioned as an old friend is Hazel, she's very energetic and fun. She's also my age, twenty. We became friends from high school. She has auburn hair, rosy skin. She's been my best friend for years now." I pause for her to process it and she leans a bit forward, eager to keep listening. "The other one, the president of that city, his name is Alex. I won against him in a card game, and apparently he hasn't been beaten before either. So it was quite a shock to the both of us. Uh, he has a light skin tone, black hair, which is always under a beanie, brown eyes and a lot of beauty spots. He's also my age, and a bit taller than me." My mother smiles. She tells me a bit of her day that she remembers. But she suddenly stops. "I... think I remember you." I smile a little. "My [Your Nickname]," I can hope she doesn't remember her parenting, or she'd know I lied. "Oh! I remember your first victory, you were playing... Po.... Poker? Is it? You were very excited. I cannot remember much of it besides your exp...ression, expression!" She exclaims happily. She tries to remember a few more memories, but sort of fails. Some vague memories come to her mind.

We talk about random things, she rambles on about how she behaves and feels, occasionally getting stuck here and there with words. I tell her about the tournament, leaving out the 'spiked drink' part as to avoid her stressing out. Not like she'd remember it for long, but it's better to just explain things in simple terms.

Eventually, the nurse returns with food. My mother is happy to finally eat. I hug her. "I'll visit again soon, Mom. I love you." She seems saddened, but hugs me back, saying she hopes to remember me. I leave, thinking. I wonder if she ever randomly remembers me. I don't know if I'll get the chance to visit her again, but I'll just have to try. As much as I feel toward her, she tried. To remember me, to raise me right. She tried.

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A/n
I know it's a bit short, but it's a filler lol. The Christmas one (pretty much done with, I was bored and wrote it lol) is wayyyyyyyyy longer. Appreciate you all, go hydrate yourself!
Love,

Author Q<3