Point of View- Day 9

Today’s prompt: A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene.

Today’s twist: write the scene from three different points of view: from the perspective of the man, then the woman, and finally the old woman.

 

Jay

Every Sunday afternoon, for the past three weeks we’re going to the same park.  Lily holds my hands and we walk slowly. We’re trying to be as quiet as we can be. I don’t want her to notice me. There she is sitting on the same bench and knitting a small red sweater. The view of her knitting it brings back the memories and tears to my eyes.

Lily

We’re sitting on the bench in front of her. I witness the tears coming from Jay’s eyes. The old lady keeps knitting. Her hands are quick. She looks in the hurry to finish her sweater. Jay keeps looking at her in disbelief. He’s been looking for her for years and finally one Sunday afternoon he finds her sitting in that bench. Jay’s mother has been gone for the past 30 years.  One day he came from school and she was gone.  Since that day, every Sunday we sit in the same place. We’re waiting for her to recognize Jay.

 

Old lady

My hands are starting to get tired. I feel confused. My mind is running like crazy. It’s telling me that I have to finish this sweater as soon as possible. I don’t know if I can finish it on time. Oh, please God help me to understand why I’ve to finish this sweater. Why these people are looking at me? That man reminds me of someone, but whom.  I’m getting confused again.  I’ve to keep knitting before I go back. My hands are shaking. I need to finish this sweater.

 

“Jay, try to talk to her. They have to be an explanation.”

“I want her to recognize me. I remember the day I came from school and she was gone.  I was eight. Can you imagine how scare I was? After all these years I find her sitting in that bench. I want to ask her so many questions.”

“Jay, I understand your concerns. However, give her a chance to explain. Look at her Jay, how she focused on finishing that sweater.  She looks nervous and confused. I believe in second chances.  You should talk to her without telling her who you are. Don’t lose this opportunity Jay.”

Then at that moment Jay looks at the bench.  She stops knitting for a second and looks at Jay. I notice how Jay wanted to run to her.  Meanwhile, another lady was getting closer and went to her. She took the red sweater, the needles, and the yarns and put them in a basket. She took her hands and they start to leave.

“Jay, do you want me to talk to her?”

He didn’t say a word. I decide to take the chance and run to them.

Lily is talking to the lady and they look at me.  Who is that lady with my mother?  I don’t know if I can handle more deceptions. Lily stood with them for a few more minutes. Both keep moving their hands and looking at me. Then Lily is walking to me and both ladies went back to the bench.

“What’s going on? What happen?”

“Jay you need to know the true.”

I keep looking at Lily.

“Please tell me.”

I can fill my heart pounding. I need to know the true.

“She’s been in a mental facility for 30 years. It was your dad who took your mother to the mental facility and never told you.  She has dementia and she doesn’t remember anyone except once for a while she remembers her little boy Jay. The sweater is for you. That’s her last memory. That’s the reason she’s in the hurry to finish it. She wants to finish the sweater for her little boy. Over the years she had one visitor your dad. He visits her daily.”

“Why my dad didn’t tell me about my mother. Why he makes me think that she abandoned me? I don’t understand.”

“That lady had been her nurse for the past ten years. According to her your mom knew about her illness.  She makes your dad promise he will never tell you about her dementia. Your dad wants to tell you when the time was right. He loves her very much.”

I look at my mother. She seems fragile and lost. Then she looks at me with a smiled. Maybe she knows who I am, so I run to her. I give her a hug.

“Do I know you?” She said.

“Mom I’m Jay your little boy.”

Her eyes were full of tears.  She kisses me and said “My little Jay. I love you.”

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