What am I going to do? Who can help me? My car refuses to take me home. I have to call someone to help me, but who? I’m reading names on the phone. I’m thinking: George?…no, he would not understand why I am here alone in the middle of the night. Mark?…no…after our last fight……he will enjoy about me being in trouble. Jacob?… no, he has’nt forgiven me yet. Who then? I realize that there is’nt a girl’s name on my list. However it’s no the right time to think about that now. I must come out of this situation . The only person who can help me is my mother. It is rather difficult to call her after I ‘ve sent her to hell a week ago. But she’s my only and last hope. Her voice at the phone is warm and professional as usual. I would rather prefer a mother’s voice , even irritated or sharp, more then that psychotherapeutic warm and professional tone. But, of course, no one of us has the chance to choose the parents and we must accept what we have. However sometimes it is very frustrating. When she arrives, she doesn’t ask anything but ” how you feel? ‘ you all right?”, discreet as usual and elegant as usual, even casually dressed. Not a word about risk or danger I have run, but “are you all right?, You’re sure?” professional as usual. I’m surprised that none of her patients has ever tried to kill her: my mother is always so calm and sure of herself that you feel the strong desire to put your hands around her neck and then…. My God, no, what does it happen to me? How can come to my mind such thoughts? I hear myself answering : “I’m all right, thankyou. Sorry to have disturbed you” We should leave your car here, I take you home and tomorrow morning I’ll send the mechanic for the car.” “I don’t want to go home” The words come out of the mouth despite my will. “Ok, let’s go to my home then” My mother doesn’t ask any thing . And if I dare to say ” Why don’t you ask me any thing” Her answer will be ” You’ll talk when you’ll be ready” . Professional as usual, perfect, but not a true mother from my point of view.
