2011 Issue - Santa Fe Community College
2011 Issue - Santa Fe Community College
2011 Issue - Santa Fe Community College
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The Day I Lost My Mother<br />
at Ross Dress for Less<br />
by Jane Tokunaga<br />
I lost my seventy–nine year old mother in Ross Dress For Less, somewhere<br />
between the Knits and the Active Wear. I had spent most of my<br />
adult life avoiding or side-stepping her critical eye. Quick to judge anyone<br />
who did not measure up to her standards, she had a sharp tongue<br />
and lately she had dropped the inner censor; you know, the little person<br />
inside each one of us that says, You can’t say that. That will hurt them. Or<br />
Don’t say that, that could get you killed. Also gone was that little person<br />
who said, Don’t put your feet up on the couch; it’s not polite. Well, now I<br />
hadn’t just avoided her, I had lost her. At Ross Dress For Less.<br />
She and my father had arrived in <strong>Santa</strong> <strong>Fe</strong> in the heat of August to<br />
cool off from Arizona. That was their story. I suspected my 85 year old<br />
father needed a break. But he wasn’t willing to tell me why just yet.<br />
When they arrived I saw the change in my mother. Even though he<br />
watched her every move, my father could not compensate for her<br />
increasingly bizarre behavior.<br />
“What’s wrong with Mom” I finally cornered him alone.<br />
“Nothing. She’s just a little forgetful.” He patted my hand.<br />
Nothing, huh I decided to invoke the shopping test. If we could go<br />
shopping together and emerge with an outfit that met her approval, then<br />
I would know she was alright, even if I was a little damaged from her<br />
fashion sense.<br />
The De Vargas Center in <strong>Santa</strong> <strong>Fe</strong> isn’t very big as far as malls go. So<br />
it seemed a safe choice. At Ross Dress For Less we worked our way up<br />
and down the aisles. Somewhere along the way, I got distracted by a pair<br />
of jeans. When I looked up my mother was gone. No problem, I thought;<br />
she’s just looking down another aisle. I casually draped the jeans over my<br />
arms and headed up the aisle and down the next, and the next and the<br />
next. Where was she I started calling out, “Mom,” then a little louder,<br />
“Mom,” and then just started yelling, “MOM, MOM!”<br />
Enlisting the help of anyone who would listen, I asked them to keep<br />
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