I didn’t hate the way she repeated herself; I hated what it represented: senility, onset of mortality, the knowledge that she was, like the rest of the human race, on a slow path towards death and wouldn’t always be there for me.
I didn’t hate the way she repeated herself; I hated what it represented: senility, onset of mortality, the knowledge that she was, like the rest of the human race, on a slow path towards death and wouldn’t always be there for me.