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It is more like a memoir of Madeline an old lady who is been admitted to an old age home by her own daughter. Madeline says her story to high school students who comes to interview old age home people's life. Read more to find out the sad story of Madeline.

Submitted:Oct 17, 2012    Reads: 34    Comments: 9    Likes: 2   

"What is she doing?" Diana asked. "Whatever it is, it is worth a profit" Michael replied. "You always talk on profit and gain; can't you just appreciate the work?" Ginny said hot headed as always. "Is she normal to take interview? I -""Can not say, Michael" Leann replied. "Ahem! Don't worry kids, she is one of the finest and oldest members of this Own House asylum" middle aged lady with absolute blond hair gave a smile to the kids who came from high school to interview old people in any well known asylum. "Go ahead, I am sure she has a story to tell" said the in-charge of the Own House and retired to her desk.

The lady was rocking in the chair and was engrossed in stitching. She raised her head only when her cat curled around her ankle. Leann said, "Grandma?" The word fell in her ears and her sweet plump face showed a beautiful smile on her rosy pink lips. The kids didn't know she was blind they understood only when she stumbled on the way while she walked in the direction of the voice. Leann had no idea what to do. The old lady reached her and felt Leann's smooth skin, she could see her eyes clear and filled with fresh tears. "I knew one day my grand daughter would come to meet me" the lady said. The lady did not leave her hand and Leann made her sit in the nearby chair. Leann too didn't feel to correct the old lady that she is not her grand child. "I have come with my friends, they would like to talk to you" Leann said. The twinkling eyes still had tears filled yet her voice didn't shiver. "Good morning, I am Madeline and she is my grand daughter" said the lady. "How is your mother?" she asked Leann. "She is fine" Leann replied. "Good to hear she at least told you that your grandma is alive." Madeline said her. "I thought your mother would invite me to see you when you where born. I waited for her call but she didn't yet I went to her house with Judy (in-charge of the Own House). I could hear your voice but she slammed the door shut. From the day you were born I been knitting and have loads of things stored for you" "Why did her mother do it?" Diana asked. Madeline smiled her faced showed she went back to the memories. "Grandma, would you tell us your story?" Michael asked. A wry grin lit up her face. "Yes, I guess so. My grand daughter should at least know I am not the cause but all was just faith." Madeline said. Michael meanwhile set up the mini cassette recorder on.

"I became an orphan at the age of 6 and ended in an orphanage. I don't want to say the name. By the age of 11 I became blind by a nasty fall. My husband Jerry was blind from childhood and was with me throughout. Since we were blind older kids in the orphanage used to ill-treat us and harass. Jerry didn't tolerated, if anyone played prank on me. Supportive and loving, we moved out of the orphanage and worked hard for a living. The relationship went deeper and we got married. I became a mother of two Marge and Josh. It was difficult for us to raise them as we were blind and had no one to help us. Yet we led life peaceful until my son Josh died in an accident. Josh was very close to me and he would listen to us. Marge was sweet but she felt down to say others that her parents are blind and was orphan. She loved her brother and she feels I am the cause for my son's death. The talks and words hit us badly and Jerry left me alone and headed his way to heaven and I been brought here by her at the time of her marriage. "Why did Marge blame you?" Ginny asked. She looked in her direction.

"It was night and raining heavily. Jerry had gone to set the bills right in the bank. We had settled at a place where one had to walk a mile to reach the town. The heavy rains beat the streets deadly and I had no means to communicate to him. Josh offered to fetch him and I agreed. Marge however said, her father would come of his own later. Yet Josh went. It was last I had heard his voice. The next day, we learned Josh met an accident and his body was dragged under the truck a far distance and the same night Jerry was hit by a car but the citizens had admitted him to the hospital. This news, made Marge go wild on me. She didn't even seem to be talking to her mother. She treated vulnerably. Jerry had to amputate both his legs as he was diabetic and the wounds weren't healing. Jerry lay on bed, yet she didn't show pity on him. Marge should have understood whatever we did was for her and Josh. The tears for once came out pouring and Leann was petting her passionately. Madeline was getting pale. "Enough for now. Madam, have some rest. Your grand daughter will come tomorrow." Judy said and led her to bed. "We will come tomorrow" Leann assured her and left.

"Hey, mom" Leann said. "How was your day?" her mother asked. "Good, we went to Own House asylum and interviewed an old blind lady. She thought I am her grand child." Leann said. Her mother stopped in between of her work and later regained. "Mother, you never told me about my grand parents. Listen to this, we recorded it." Leann said and played the record. At the end, Leann's mother wept and those eyes revealed Leann. "I want to meet her." Marge said. Leann could not speak a word.

The next day, the kids and Marge went to meet Madeline. Alas, the old finest and oldest member said goodbye without hearing her grand daughter's voice ever again. "She left you this."Judy said to Leann and eyed hotly to Marge.

The photographs of her grandparents, Josh and Marge and loads of knitted articles.


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