I was angry.
I was extremely angry.
And at the same time it made me very sad.
Where does this sadness come from?
I'm not sure about that either.

It was a bit of a case.
Small things... rather than big,
Having said that,
It wasn't that it was terribly important.

But that momentary action by my mother,
I let my anger out.

'I'm leaving for the day!'
Angrily I said.

Most of the chores I wanted to get done at my parents' house had been done.
And dinner is all ready,
Ready-made side dishes were also made.

The next day is the day of the weekly waste collection,
Collect rubbish from around the house,
Newspapers are bundled, as are miscellaneous papers and cardboard,
Separate cans and bottles,
I left it on the doorstep ready to be served.

In City services for the elderly,
Houses where normal rubbish disposal is difficult,
They collect all rubbish at their doorstep once a week.

Mother,
'Oh, why not? Let's have tea."
'What are you pouting so much about?'
He says with a scowling look.

Such as just now,
They don't remember it anymore.
What I did, etc.
I don't remember a single bit of this.
It is extremely infuriating.

What happened.
Also on having to explain,
It made me extra angry.

Mother was confused and almost cried.
For my mother now, she doesn't remember it.
And my daughter is angry.

I left my mother like that.
I never looked back,
I left home quickly.

This has never happened in the last approximately four years.

Driving home,
He was angry and in agony.

Anger at the actions taken by the mother,
Anger at forgetting what happened a minute ago,
One after another, all sorts of anger towards my mother erupts.
I am also frustrated with myself for revealing my anger.
At the same time, from where,
Sadness also rises.

This must be what dementia is like.
Anger has nowhere to go.
There is nowhere to bump it.

I don't even know what it is anymore.
The red light, which was dimly visible, turned green,
As if pushed out of the way,
I had no choice but to accelerate slowly.

in truth
I just wanted to cry.