…her demeanor changed. My mother began talking to herself in a low, mumbling voice, her words incomprehensible, almost as if she was having a conversation with someone who wasn’t there. My son looked visibly uncomfortable, shifting restlessly in his chair.
Then, what happened next left me frozen in place. My mother, with a sudden and inexplicable rage, swept the toy off the table with a swift motion, causing it to crash onto the floor. My son’s eyes widened in fear as he backed away, clearly frightened by the abrupt change in her behavior. She turned to him with a glare, eyes wild, and muttered something under her breath. At that moment, I realized this was more than just fatigue or age catching up with her.
I stepped out of the closet, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. “Mom!” I called out, my voice filled with a mix of shock and concern. She turned towards me, her expression shifting instantly into one of surprise, as if she had just woken up from a trance.
