Stroke strike

Here is a conversation between a Mom in the hospital recovering from a stroke and her daughter, visiting her:

Look at that face.

What face, Mom? It’s just you and me here.

That face. Look at him. He will just stand there and look at me. I’m in pain. I am lost. He is indifferent, like always.

Mom, Dad isn’t here. That’s just his coat hung on a hanger on a wall hook.

I was wondering why he seemed more personable all of a sudden.

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About Mrs. Fitz

Hello! I'm Michele Fitzpatrick, a Chicago writer. Like our town, a work in progress. As a journalist, teacher and writing coach I think all of us live our stories and sharing them creates moments that remind us we're connected. And that is enough.
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