The Color of Friendship

I was sitting in the doctor’s office waiting to be called when an elderly White lady and her daughter walked in. I could tell that this elderly woman had Alzheimers because of how she talked and behaved. When they took their seats, I noticed that the mother kept staring at me. Her daughter was trying her best to get her to stop, but for some reason she kept staring at me. To make the situation a little less awkward, I smiled at her and went back to reading my magazine. What happened next took me by surprise.

Within seconds of me smiling at her, this elderly woman walked over and sat right next to me. Her daughter looked like she wanted to pass out, but I assured her it was okay because the daughter kept apologizing. All of a sudden, her mother laid her head on my shoulder and started to grab a hold of my hand. When I held her hand back and looked up at her daughter, I noticed she had tears in her eyes. Keep on reading and I will tell you why.

When I asked the daughter if she was okay, she stated that she now knew why her mother was focused on me. Her mother thought I was the little Black girl she played with when she was a child. According to her daughter, they were very close friends and were inseparable which was rare during those days. They were friends for many years before her friend died. If you could have saw how this elderly woman was looking at me, you would have seen the love she had in her eyes. They must have been the best of friends.

When my doctor’s nurse called for me, I stood up and gave her a big hug. When I turned to walk away, I felt a small tap on my back. It was her again, so I gave her another big hug before waving goodbye to her. The people on the other side of the waiting room were trying to figure out what was going on. It was not for them to figure out. The three of us knew what was happening and that was all that mattered as far as I was concerned.

Until next time…

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