‘Come-on, Maisie, open wide.’
‘I’m not hungry.’
‘Don’t be a silly girl, you need to eat.’
‘She isn’t a silly girl,’ Frank said. ‘She’s old enough to be your grandmother; stop treating her like an infant.’
‘I’m trying to help.’
‘Then start treating her like an adult. If she doesn’t want to eat, leave her be.’
‘I have a job to do, Frank.’
‘And we have lives to live. In dignity. With respect. We didn’t stop being adults when we moved in here.’
‘I treat you all with respect.’
‘Then why’re you treating Maisie as if she’s a little girl?’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Such a good depiction of how hard it is for the elderly at times. Once you pass a certain age, some people really do treat you as though you're three years old again. Well done here, Rob.
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