Here to save the day
On the whole, it makes me sad to see my elderly mother diminish, get slower and weaker every year. However, there's one strange upside to her no longer being capable of doing anything that requires a minimum amount of strength or dexterity: I get to feel like a bloody hero for performing all kinds of simple tasks. Need a match struck to light a candle? A box with a slightly stuck lid opened? Batteries in the small torch need changing? Not to worry, I am here to save the day.
It's a good thing I'm only visiting for a few days or it might go to my head.
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