One Final Moment
I sat across from my 84-year-old mother at the Mexican restaurant we often went to after her doctor appointments, watching her try to hide her confusion as she looked at the menu.
“Mama, you always get the chicken quesadilla,” I said. “Why don’t you order that?”
“Yes, I was just thinking that, honey,” she said, trying her best to sound decisive.
My heart broke for her. My
