Mama And Julie Monologue

I was the last person to see her alive, at the hospital’s cardiac care unit, and only allowed a few minutes with her. The nurses said her heart was unstable. Tubes came out everywhere: nose, mouth, veins and arteries, from under the sheets. It all looked so uncomfortable, but she smiled at me toothlessly as I walked into the room.
“Zindeleh, what are you doing here?”
“To see you.” I would not cry. “They only gave me a few minutes.”
“Oy, such a problem I am.”
“You’re not a problem. So, um, what’s happening Mama Jennie?”
“The food is terrible here.”
“They’re letting you eat?” I finger the feeding tube entering her nose.
“Oy, and such small portions, zindeleh.”
“I’m happy to see you haven’t lost your sense of humor.”
“What can I tell you? I’ve been worse.” “So, Mama Jennie, do you need me to bring anything?”
“Maybe my teeth, for when they let me eat again.”
“I’ll get your Forverts also. And your reading glasses.”
“You’re so good to me, zindeleh. Promise me you’ll always remember what I told you, gornisht iz bashert.”
“Yes, Mama Jennie. I know. I know.” I kissed her warm forehead, caressing her soft white hair. “I promise Mama Jennie. I hope I don’t make things harder for you.”
“Bite your tongue! Stop saying stupid things. You make me happy.”
“See you tomorrow.” I waved goodbye. Mama Jennie died

Her facial expression, disdain. “You are an idiot sometimes, you know that, don’t you? Your grandmother loved you unconditionally. It wouldn’t have mattered. She knew. Your Mama Jennie never missed a thing, you know.” Mameh laughed, “The biggest joke was that she was so disappointed when we first found out you were a boy. She wanted a girl. She moaned ‘Oy, mamaleh,’ with that farbissiner expression, ‘girls are so much better’. Your Mama Jennie didn’t care much for boys. That came with her from Europe. But she adored you. You were her special boy. She knew you were different. You were her life. Mama Jennie would be proud no matter