[Drabble] Life
Papa once told me, “Never grow old. It is full of pain and regret. Don’t grow old.”
He was right, in some ways. My joints ache, my gnarled fingers hurt all the time. It is difficult to lever myself out of bed on cold mornings.
But in some ways, he was wrong. My sons are strong and I teach girls English when they follow the paths that I once took. There is no regret here. Nor when Dorothea comes to me as she always has, and we lay together, girlish giggles slipping from our mouths interspersed with, “Do you remember?”
He was right, in some ways. My joints ache, my gnarled fingers hurt all the time. It is difficult to lever myself out of bed on cold mornings.
But in some ways, he was wrong. My sons are strong and I teach girls English when they follow the paths that I once took. There is no regret here. Nor when Dorothea comes to me as she always has, and we lay together, girlish giggles slipping from our mouths interspersed with, “Do you remember?”