愛在塵埃堆積的角落(英文愛藏雙語係列)

第18章 我道歉

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I Apologize

佚名 / Anonymous

To the woman in the booth behind us—I apologize for my mother.

She isn’t aware she is staring at you “watching you eat.” All she is aware of is the activity around her, and the music of voices raised in conversation. All she is doing is looking around her with the wonder of a child trying to see everything, but without the ability any longer to know that she might offend. I will not deny her the joy she finds in going to dinner although all she will remember is the joy but not what caused it.

To the woman in the grocery store restroom—I apologize for my mother.

Her body has betrayed her. She isn’t aware she has had an accident. Her diaper has to be changed and she has me to help her. Thank goodness that she won’t remember your comments about the odor or the accident. Unfortunately, I will.

To the man in the checkout line—I apologize for my mother.

She is living in a world of 70 years ago. She meant no offense and intended a compliment when she called you a fine looking Negro. Your harsh words will make no difference to her. She can’t remember them and all she will remember is hurting because someone yelled at her.

To the kids on the sidewalk behind us—I apologize for my mother.

She shuffles rather than walks. We go slowly, with her trustingly holding my hand as I did hers when I was a child and these roles were reversed. She can’t hurry up. Pushing her or calling her names cannot make her walk any faster. Her body and her mind are fragile now and neither will be getting any better. So walk around us quietly and hope it will never be you and your mother walking slowly together on the sidewalk.

To Mom’s friends—I apologize for my mother.

She doesn’t remember the you of today. When she sees you when we are out, you are a stranger. She will greet you with the inborn graciousness she has always possessed but she doesn’t know you. The you of yesterday, however, is a source of joy to her as she talks about the things you did together “just last week”.