Commitment

Three different opinions, but the final decision was the same.
I drove her, tying her hands so she wouldn’t grab the wheel and steer us off the road.
The others met us there.
Did she realize it might be a long time before she sees her children again? Probably not.
My brother kissed her on the top of her head. My sister cried and hugged her until she wriggled free. I applied a new coat of lipstick, then wheeled her inside, hurriedly stepping back to prevent the scent of my mother’s new home from lingering too long.

Susan Andrelchik