I once told my mom that I hated how loud the house was all the time and that I'd want a quiet house when I eventually move out.
She responded with "No you won't"
I said yes I would.
She said I'd eventually feel lonely and that I'd go crazy over the silence.
I brushed it off.
Once she got sick and was rushed away to the hospital the house fell silent..like all the sound was swept away with her.
And now the silence I wanted is what I hate most.
The house is lonely and dark and unrecognizable.
Mom was correct, I wouldn't like it, and I want nothing more but to tell her that.
To tell her how she has always been right about everything, always.
Oh how I wish I listened.
For me a quiet house is a lonely house...the silence I longed for is the silence I now want broken.
Mothers always correct.
