Sometimes All You Can Do Is Laugh

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!