Title: The eyes of the future.
Rating: K
Chapter: 1
Summary: The year of 1957 has fallen on Laura and Rose Wilder.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of little house on the prairie or any characters.
It was a cold winters January of 1957.
Rose stirred the pot of soup, adding a pinch of fresh herbs she had picked herself from the overfull garden. She sighed as she ladled a generous amount in a bowl. Her ma had never been this miserable before, she was getting old and rose knew she was nearing the end of her life, for her sisters had died before her, and to live 89 years was an excellent accomplishment. Rose removed a bed tray from the small wooden cupboard. She placed a flowery mat, which her grandmother had made for Laura down on the tray. She placed the bowl of stew on the tray, along with a cup of water. This is all Laura would eat nowadays. Rose was getting old herself, but when she heard that her dear ma was ill and getting gloomier by the minute, she knew she had to come and take care of her, being the only child and all.
Rose entered the room to see her ma looking out of the window.
"Hello ma."
Laura managed to look up at her tired daughter, she smiled.
"It's a cold day; we have to make sure you're warm enough." Rose said as she proceeded
to tuck the blankets in.
"Are you ready for some supper? I made fresh garlic and pumpkin soup."
Rose sat on the bed and placed the tray on the bed side table. She sat Laura up and placed a towel on her lap. Rose dipped the end of the spoon in the soup and brought it to the Laura's mouth. Laura was very frail and she shook as she tried to hold the spoon.
"Ma, its ok I can feed you."
Laura had always been stubborn and old age was not going to stop it. Throughout her younger years, she was very independent and wanted to do everything by herself, now as her body weakened, she got so frustrated it agitated her and made her unhappy.
Laura gave up trying to feed herself. She knew that it just wouldn't happen, next month was her 90th birthday, and she wanted to live at least until her 90th birthday, like her deceased husband.
After Rose had finished feeding her Ma, she drew the curtains closed and left the room in total darkness.
Rose knew in her heart that her Ma would make it to 90 but not beyond, her birthday was only 8 days away, and she knew Laura would want a simple birthday with all her loved ones and friends.
After cleaning the old house and washing all the dishes, Rose set up a list. This was going to be a party that Laura would never forget.
To be continued…