My mother is really sick and she is old. She is crying because she would like to see me.

I don't want to go see her but I will go. I don't forgive her but yet I do.

I have until monday to block my past, to block my hurt, to forget the rejection, the imulations, the guiltiness, the uncaring. I have until monday to focus on my present, stay in my present. I have until monday to bring forward a love that a daughter should have towards her mother.

Monday I will go visit an old sick lady.