Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: First attempt at a Third Watch fic, but I think it's all right.
I know that when your parents get older, you're supposed to take care of them. Maybe you have to put them in a nursing home, maybe they can live on their own. But you gotta take care of them.
My mother ran away again today. Well, she didn't run away, more liked walked, really slowly. Just no one noticed that she left.
It seems that, when your parents get older, the role of parent and child reverses. I look at my mother and see my mom, the woman who yelled at me, made cookies for me, sent me to school, helped me with homework, punished me, waited up when I stayed out late. And now... she doesn't even recognize me. She doesn't know that her son is looking at her, wondering if he did something wrong, or bad, and if he did, she can't even tell him.
She can't even call him by his name.
I wish, as I sit on the edge of her bed, that she would just call my name once more. Let me know she remembers.
Just call me Johnny once more.
I'd come running, mom.
I'd come.