Mom's Visit

My Mom came! She was here to visit me. I picked her up at the airport. She brought some of my stuff from home. I was happy to see her after two years of being away from home.

It was great to have Mom here. I wish it had been a pleasant time for her, but it wasn’t. She didn’t like the food. She didn’t even like the food that we bought from an Indonesian restaurant. On the second day, she kicked a leg of the coffee table and was limping for a couple of weeks. Her skin became itchy and flaky. Her bones ached. She had a mysterious rash. I went to several Chinese herbal shops and pharmacists because she refused to see a doctor. Finally she came along with me and we found a lotion that cured the rash.
We never asked her to do anything around the house, but she said she couldn’t sit around on her butt and watch TV all day, so she cooked, ironed, and tidied up the house. After almost a month of suffering, she had enough of Sydney. When I asked her if she wanted to extend her stay she said no. Her body couldn’t take anymore. She wanted to go home. I tried not to cry on the day she left, but successfully failed.