Was I dreaming? Part I

It’s night time and I’m waiting for my mother to get home from work. She said she has a surprise for me and I’m thinking sweets. I’m approximately 4  years old. I don’t remember if I was in school or not but I was a little girl, nonetheless. Soon, I hear the keys in the door and Mommy comes in. I said, “Hi, Mommy”, as  she comes up the stairs because everybody is in bed. She said, “Hi.” and kept walking to her bedroom. She took her coat off and came down the hall to the bathroom and turned on the light. Then she ran water in the tub and poured in a bath oil.  She went back to the bedroom and came back naked and got into the tub. By then, I realized that there was no treats coming my way but still wondered what the surprise was.  As I lay in the bed in bewilderment, Mommy emerges from the bathroom. she said, “You want to feel really good?” I said yes and followed her thinking it was time to get my surprise. She led me to the bathroom and told me to get in the tub.  I looked at the tub as she walked away and back to her bedroom. The tub was a Victorian with the legs. The tub was over half filled with murky water. Water that had obviously been used. I took off my clothes and stared at the water. I didn’t want to get in it because it wasn’t my water. It looked dirty and I contemplated pretending like I took the bath but just as I tried to complete my plan in my mind, she came in to check on me and I had to get in the water. It was lukewarm at best. It smelled good. It was Alpha Keri bath oil. Back then, Alpha Keri was widely used in hospitals. So she apparently brought some home. Anyway, I quickly bathed myself with the water and got out quickly. I was oily and smelled good but that did not overshadow the murky waters I submerged myself into. Was that my surprise? My Treat?  I didn’t see or receive anything else. So I guess that was it.

written by Joan Nyobe

About jfarley53

Being 56 is wonderful. I have so many new and jumbled insights on life.
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