I've been visiting a distant cousin of mine lately at the local hospital. The first time I walked into her room, it was my first time meeting her. She is a lovely woman, unfortunately suffering of physical old age illnesses, but mentally she is perfectly healthy. It's a pleasure to talk with her about the family members that were before my time, and I tell her all about my occupations and my family.
Tonight her son came into her room and I had the pleasure to meet him too. He is my second cousin, but about the age of 54. I learned that he is a lawyer and is not observant at all.
What surprised me though was the way he addressed his mother. His attitude was all but saying I'm happy to see you're doing okay mother. He treated her like she was completely senile to the point where I started feeling uncomfortable. I felt uncomfortable to see her being put down by a son to whom I know she has provided great care and education ( I know the other son who is a renown neurologist).
It made me sad to see that one could disregard the value and meaning of a mother to whom we owe so much, if not all.