Holding my mother’s hand

and looking in the mirror

Photo by Fares Hamouche on Unsplash

My mother moved in with me a short time ago. Or more properly, she moved back in with me.

She had decided, just over a year ago, to move in with my sister. Driving her was my pending move to Oklahoma.

She decided that suffering the cat pee infused house with 9 nearly feral cats, with overly steep steps, a questionable neighborhood and my…