After my dad passed away, my mom went into her room and shut the door. She sat on the bed with the lights1 and curtains drawn. That's where she2 for the next two months. I had never seen my mom so3 . I didn't know how to
4 her until I rode past my Aunt Ruby's house one day. I5 just to see if she was all right. I walked to the door and6 . A 92-year-old lady asked, "Who's there?"
"It's me, Aunt Ruby. It's Debbie."
"I need you," she said7 . "Bob's family fell ill and Bob has to leave to take care of his family."
Bob was her personal 8 . For years, she had someone living in her home to look after her. 9 , she was alone on this particular day. Aunt Ruby was trying to take care of herself.
As I got home, I talked to my mom through the bedroom door after 10
her dinner. "Mom, do you know Aunt Ruby has been over there all by herself?" I said. She made a11 "Umm." I knew she was listening and wanted to help. Then she asked me a12 about Aunt Ruby.
"Did she say she need someone?"
"Yes," I answered.
13 , my mom came out. She asked me to drop her off at Aunt Ruby's house. I couldn't14 to get her out of the house. Aunt Ruby15 my mom with open
arms. My mom cooked meals and helped Aunt Ruby. They enjoyed their 16 time together. Mom became 17 again.
There was a spirit of 18 and love between them. I thought that maybe
19 gave them a bond, but caring about each other made a big 20 to their lives.
