He loved her he said and cried, he was hurt too but he lashed out when angry, she should forgive him this one time. But it was a pattern, the abuse and the forgiving continued…….

The reward was a ball of chocolate ice cream (her favorite), they would walk in the sun and she got treated for being his granddaughter, this was a joyous pattern and the taste of the ice cream would linger for years to come.

“Five minutes, then we shall play together” the dialogue and the pattern continued till he outgrew it. How she wished she had spent five minutes and played with her son.

Sleep, clean her bed-ridden granny, sleep, serve her granny some water (Parkinson’s  did not allow her to even hold her glass), the pattern was exhausting but love never let her tire of it.