I love making women cry.

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Scored a big one this afternoon.  My mom!

She called, to let me know the rasp and file for the feet had arrived.  She hasn't used them yet, but will be trying them tonight, perhaps.  She... seemed to be testing other things.  Something on her mind.  I could tell, if not quite exactly, immediately, what.  Closer and closer.  Afraid to ask?  Afraid of the answer.  I know that.

Finally.

If this or that, can I come live with you?  I could hear her voice.  She was strong, at first.  I told her my home is a mess.  She said we could work with that.  Then I said, my brother and myself had discussed this.  And, I had said no.  But that I have changed my mind.  That as long as I have a home, she has a home.

I would turn the upstairs into my world, and help as was possible with what she has.  I love to cook, and she does when she can.  There will be problems, if she does move out, but... such is life.  She was having trouble talking coherently, or at least through the tears.  TAKE THAT, MOM!  :p

Poor girl, she... was afraid.  Like I said, she did this for her father.  It might not be permanent, depending on her ability to function.  But I'll do my best.  It's all I've ever been able to do.  She can even set some house rules, regarding picking up and such.  But I am definitely going to figure out a dishwasher if she ends up here, and hopefully a new refrigerator.

Not that it will, necessarily, happen.  But it might.  Just... it had already been decided.  The my mind was changed.  As she was thanking me and hanging up, I thanked her for my life.  It wasn't perfect, it is what she had to offer.  She gave what she had, could.  And... didn't do terribly.  I've lived through death some number of times.  She played some part in that.  For good or ill?  Life is... a good.  Later.