
After a successful staging this weekend, this weekend, I'm back at Mom's house this weekend.
Mom lives alone on Staten Island, the island next to Manhattan, but her neighbors are pretty close and nice to Mom, we've lived in this neighborhood for a long time, they're the same age, I'm a little relieved she has a friend watching her situation.
"Mom, how are you?" I hugged him tightly. In a month I didn't pick him up because my training was solid.
So today I went back to her house, Mother's house took almost a two-hour trip by public transport. Getting back here every day is exhausting. I took at least two weeks to see him, but a month ago was filled with a busy schedule even on weekends.
"Good mom, how's your performance." She stroked my hair treating me like her little daughter.
"Everything went well, the performance was always full these two days, Mom I brought a lot of groceries for you." Mother tried to eat healthy food as recommended by doctors to control her diabetes. Many food restrictions that he must run to keep his condition under control.
Mom bought a house in NY to support my ballet career, she used to work in LA, at the age of 12, I was accepted into the SAB (School of American Ballet) audition, she moved to NY and found a job there.
Mom was an accountant, divorced my dad when I was 8, and we finally survived alone, just the two of us, when Grandma and Grandpa helped us survive.
My dad in LA already has his own family, he rarely calls or visits me. Just said Mom she sometimes sends money to help with my school fees. Mom just said they didn't fit anymore but I heard about it because Dad was having an affair.
Mom's support for my career development left her with little left to retire. And I'm not reliable. Sometimes I feel like I'm on the wrong career path. Although this is my passion but what I get is not enough to sustain us. After the age of 18 years entered the NYC ballet company I was only able to reach the first soloist, with the possibility of entering the principal level of less than 50% this year.
"How is Mom's health."
"Well, you don't have to worry."
"The injury on your leg has improved Mom?"
"Once, Mom can take care of him. You don't have to worry." Diabetic foot wounds are wounds caused by infection or tissue damage to the feet of people who have diabetes. If not treated properly it may lead to amputation.
"Mom made a little cheese cake for your return. Mom makes small portions, Mom knows you can't eat much of it." I smiled, My best mom always thinks about what I want to eat.
"You're the best Mom."
Coming back here is always nice, Mom never showed me she was sick. He doesn't want me to be burdened. But obviously I knew it would be a burden on me and I never minded it.
"Oh yeah yesterday Ashley came here, she visited Mom." Ashley was my best friend in LA when I was still living there, until now we often chat with each other.