“I don’t know if I am being too hard on her but even though I know she may not be around much longer like I just wish she would just say I am sorry. Is that too much? Am I being a bad daughter?” she asked.
Her questions lingered for a while as the silence grew between us with only her soft breathing telling me that she was still on the other side of the telephone line.
I have known this sister for a long time, but never met her mother and even though she migrated some years ago, we would still talk from time to time. That evening when she called, I was hesitant to take it because I wanted an early night. But I am happy I did because she wanted to vent and sometimes it is good to provide that outlet, which we all need at some point or the other.
