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Mustard
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I’m a great believer in other peoples’ prayers; I’m so so sure about the efficacy of my own. My mother is 85. She’s always had great faith, and boy, has she needed it. As a child, I watched as my father punched her, kicked her, broke her jaw, put her in hospital, smashed up the house and flung scalding water over her. I was never able to do anything about it back then. My father died twenty years ago, and since then I’ve tried to be a good son to her. I’ve looked after her when she was sick, comforted her as best I could when she was down and generally tried to do my best by her. Now, she’s at a point of physical decline where she’s more or less reliant on me for everything. I’ve been tremendously lucky. I’ve got a fiancee who completely understands the duty I have and who supports me and accepts the restrictions that puts on the relationship. Despite that, it’s harder being a carer than anything I had ever imagined. When she’s down, I’m down with her; when she’s sick, I’m ashamed that I’m healthty. Mostly, I hate it that I’m as unable to stop nature now as I was to stop my father all those years ago. But I still believe in prayer. Yours would be appreciated. Thank you.