Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. Copyright Marie Gail Stratford
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Sumiko remembered her grandmother, sobo Kasumi, wincing as she knelt down at the chabudai, her gnarled hands barely able to hold her bowl and chopsticks. Soon, Sobo Kasumi’s arthritis pain finally reached a point where she couldn’t grasp anything, or walk. She faded away a little each day until there was no life when the sun rose.
Sumiko’s grandchildren now followed tradition by calling her sobo Sumiko. Recalling their laughter, she smiled while digging into the microwaved dinner at her IKEA table. Tradition, she thought, grateful for her fork, knife and arthritis medicine, is sometimes best left to the young.
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Really enjoyed this.
very nice piece. yes, certain things are best left for the young.
Randy
Dear Tresha,
And the seasons they go round and round…lovely story of generations. Very nice.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Shew, I don’t know if I want to live this long.
Really good story!
Tradition, she thought, grateful for her fork, knife and arthritis medicine, is sometimes best left to the young.
This is an interest thought since it seems that these days, the young are seldom taught the old traditions…..
Yes, options are double-edged and can change the balance. What is good for one is not necessarily good for another.
Tresha, Good and well-written story. Your description placed me there. I’m sure many older people feel the way that grandmother does. Traditions need to be taught to the young whether the decide to practice them or not. Well done. 🙂 —Susan
Dear Tresha, I’m right there with the arthritis and slow moving. Very good observation for the life of the geriatric bunch (me included – almost). Your story is very wise and I found it really comical when I thought sobo Sumiko had died and then she is opening a package and eating at her IKEA table – aren’t you full of clever! Well done! Nan 🙂