Every time I’d gone back to my mother’s to visit, my youngers sister would say, with this sour, jealous tone, “eldest sister, when mom sees you, she’d be extremely happy!”
I’d made a cute gesture with my hand, “oh, this old lady, you treated me as a guest, when she’d asked about my husband, she’d called out your husband’s name, what do you have to say to that?”, my mother would laugh and scold, “Crazy daughter, you’re old enough to be a grandma, and you’re still getting jealous, aren’t you afraid, that the maid would laugh at you!”
Recalling how when my father was still alive, my younger sister said one thing, she’d consoled my father who’s slightly demented, to “be” a cute elderly person, and he’d gotten furious with her for it. Later on, we all discussed, that we need to “make” them happy, that it’s our responsibilities, to make them feel happy.
Started back then, we’d copied the favorite shows she’d enjoyed watching, started calling her the names of “great empress”, “your highness”, and we’d find a ton of smaller matters that happened when we were still young, make them into conversation topics, and, fought for her attention; when she felt bad, we’d said bad things about our husbands and children, and, because she’s protective of us, she’d forgotten about her own troubles.
Being a “modern day entertainer for the elderly”, there’s no scripts to follow, it’s all, improvisations.
And so, these children, they’d put on a show, to get their mother to feel upbeat and happy, and, these children are doing a great job, because they’re now, taking care of, showing love to, their demented and aging mother, by making her happy, so she’d forget about what’s making her upset currently.