She has Calamities and Disasters
Everything in her world is a calamity or disaster.
A professional downer, she focuses on worse scenarios.
I might have cancer, she tells me.
Because she fell down and her knee bled.
My mother might have dementia, she reports.
Because she cannot remember what she ate for lunch.
I cannot remember where I put my pen two minutes ago.
She is miserable by choice, so I remove myself from her proximity.
Not wanting to hear her latest catastrophe or tragedy in the making.
I feel sorry for her children. Some may never return home after escaping.
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