Present Day
Tawny
“Morning, mama,” I greeted my mother with a smile as I walked into her room. I went over to her and kissed her on the cheek. I looked at her and sighed, nothing.
For three weeks, she was in a coma, and then when her eyes opened, there was nothing. The doctor said she had Catatonia Disorder. Basically, she retreated into herself from the trauma she had endured to keep her mind safe. She could be fed, but she didn’t feed herself. She had to be taken to the bathroom so she could use it, but she would not let you know if she needed to go to the bathroom. The nurse I hired to watch her while I made money put her on a two-hour schedule. Whether she went or not, she was put on a toilet. At night, she was in an adult diaper. She didn’t talk or acknowledge anyone, not
