We haven’t spoken in years, parting ways after burying our father. Sisters, we rarely saw eye-to-eye. Such was the case with Daddy’s dementia. Shortly after his diagnosis, Daddy asked to never be placed in a nursing home. We all agreed. As his condition worsened, my sister changed her mind, thinking it’d be a safer option. I refused, citing our promise. Being the oldest, I won. Daddy passed away after being hit by a car while wandering the neighborhood. She blamed me.
I awoke to a ringing phone. It was 2:13 am. “Hello?”
“Sissy? I need you.”
“I’m on the way.”
This is my offering for week three of the Moral Mondays Challenge hosted by Nortina:
This week’s moral is . . .
BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER
Your assignment is to write a story/fable (in any genre) that will teach this lesson.
No need to use the moral in your post, just write the story and let your readers learn the lesson all on their own.
Please limit your fable to 100 words.
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