My Boy
This is a creative writing piece that was inspired by a youtube video I saw. It is based on the perspective of the family of those who suffer from dementia. I hope you enjoy! 'That's my boy!' she snorted, just managing to squeeze the words out between almost tortured laughter. The lady in question, my mother, was enjoying her favourite past time. Embarrassing me with an audience. As I glared across the table, I could see it, the look. The cogs in her mind were well and truly spinning and so was my head! Aiming to conceal my emotions, as to not provoke a continuation of "Story time," I contorted my facial expressions to attempt the portrayal of a stoic exterior. An imitation game was afoot, and I was trying to conjure the spirit of Tom Hardy. Squinting ever so slightly, teetering on the edge of a smoulder and pouting modestly felt befitting. Was it working? It seems in my attempt to masquerade as indifferent I had mistakenly produced a near faultless Zoolander trib...
