Della Rappaport cleared her desk and prepared to go home. She sighed to herself. “I made it through another day at work.” Her co-worker Carolyn stopped her before she could get out the door.
“Don’t tell me you’re skipping out on the office party again. It’s been over a year now. You need to get your life back on track.”
Della hated to be reminded about how her husband of fifteen years left her for a hussy ten years younger than herself. “I really need to get home to tend to Mother.”
Carolyn shook her head. “Mother, Mother, Mother, you know it’s just an excuse to hibernate in that apartment of yours. I happen to know that John Wiggins from accounting has had his eye on you for sometime now. He asked if you were attending.”
Della shrugged on her coat. “Maybe another time,” she said weakly.
When Della got to her apartment everything was just as she left it. Mother yelled a hello from the other room. “Hello Mother,” Della hollered back as she retreated to her room to get comfortable and then grabbed a glass and bottle of wine from the kitchen. Della took a seat in the living room. Mother turned her head and gave her an understanding look. “How are you?”
“Thanks for asking Mother. I just can’t seem to get on with my life.” Della went on over the same things she told Mother a hundred times before. Mother nodded a few times and said “You’re a pretty girl. I love you.”
Della had to smile. “You always know the right thing to say to me.”
As the hour passed Della had an idea. She wasn’t sure if it was the wine talking or if her depression was taking over, but she made up her mind that she had to do it.”
“Let’s take a walk out to the balcony Mother.”
Side by side they stood at the rail. Della thought about what Carolyn said about how she always used Mother as an excuse. Maybe if Mother was gone she wouldn’t have an excuse and she could get on with her life.
Mother was so light Della only had to gently push. She watched as Mother went over the rail and descended just slightly.
A moment later Mother spread her wings, soared around in a circle and landed on Della’s shoulder. The parrot gave Della a gentle nudge with her beak, as if to say it was Della’s turn to set herself free.
Della understood the silent message. She changed her clothes, called a cab and headed for the office party. Before Della closed the apartment door she heard Mother call out. “You’re a pretty girl. I love you.”
Della smiled and whispered to herself. “I love you too, Mother.”