Lucky or BLESSED?

2

  I hurried into the home for the elderlies as l was already thirty minutes late. I  didn't have enough cash for a taxi nor a bus plus the way I was saving like crazy, every penny was important. I walked up to the lady at the desk who was known as Beatrice.

"Good morning Beatrice."

"Good morning child. You're late today."

Beatrice dark skin was a contrast to the white scrubs she wore. She was a black American,not the only one in the home. There was also another black American couple who stayed here. I always loved to hear them talk because of the way they spoke. They made English seem so interesting and funny.

"Sorry but I'm here now. What do you need me to do?"

She pulled out a blue file from the stack on the table and handed it to me. Opening it up,I was greeted with the picture of a beautiful old lady. She had a head full of glistening blonde hair and pale blue eyes.

"That's Mrs Bartolo. She's our newest patient. You're in charge of her."  Beatrice said typing away at the computer in front of her.

Without saying anything else, I turned and walked towards the hallway,in search of the room number in the folder.

I came upon the room marked number twenty five and softly knocked before opening the door.

The room was brightly lit,the only source of light being the open window by the bed. An old lady sat rocking a chair beside it.

The woman seemed to sense my presence as she turned around and regarded me with a quizzical look.

"Uh...hello." I said waving a hand then I realised how strange and frightening I might be to the poor old lady and quickly dropped my arm.

"Hello dear. Why don't you come over here so I can see you better." she asked. I walked over to the window and stood beside the rocking chair. She looked at me like she was inspecting every inch of my body. I was even sure she could see every hair on my body.

"What's your name dear?". she finally spoke after a while.

"I'm Elsa. You must be Mrs Bartolo."

She smiled at me then leaned back  on her chair.

"So..." I said rocking on the heels of my feet "What brings you here? You're an Italian?"

"I am not actually. I come from a wide spread back ground. My grandfather was from Italy then my grandmother was from Brazil. My father was a mixed breed and my mother was an American. So I can't solely say I'm from Italy. My husband though is from here." she explained.

"Wow...that's a really confusing mix." I replied with a smile. I recalled from the folder I read about her that she had a son. I couldn't help wondering why she'd be in a home if she had a son. Most of the people here were either homeless or they had no one to take care of them.

If she really did have a son then he was doing a lousy job taking care of his mother.

The next question popped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

"Why don't you live with your son?"

I saw something flash in her eyes and the smile she was wearing before sagged a little. it now became a sad smile.

" My son....he lives in America with his wife. I stayed there before heading down here."

"Why didn't you just stay?"

She sighed deeply before replying.  "Let's just say things became uncomfortable for his wife and she wanted me gone. So I left."

I gasped at that. That was just insulting! Who did the lady think she was?

She just couldn't do something like that. This woman here is her mother-in-law.

"And your son just agreed with her?" I asked already planning to give him a piece of my mind if he ever came down here to visit.

"No...."she smiled though it didn't reach her eyes "he was against it and was actually willing to start a fight with his wife over it. But I'm not a child Elsa." She looked at me,her cheery demeanour returning once more. "I know where I'm not needed. Besides I'd be a horrible mother if I was to be the reason my son would be having a disagreement with his wife."

I fell silent after that. I just couldn't imagine the type of woman who would be able to openly demand that her mother-in-law leave her husband's house.

I looked at the woman who was now gazing out the window. She had a far away look on her face.

Reaching out,I took her hand in mine and said "Don't worry. I'm going to rake good care of you."

She smiled brightly at me then nodded.

" Thank you Elsa. You're a good child."

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okay there is chapter 2. This is just something like an intro. The main novel starts as from chapter 4. please excuse any typos and please vote and don't hesitate to tell me what  you think. Come on. Don't be shy.

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