Navigating through life can be confusing. Past and present may collide.

 

Reality can become a mystery, as becomes evident in . . .

 

 His Lost World

 

Early Monday morning, Tommy rolled out of bed in the room he shared with his three-year-old brother, Josh, and rambled down the long hallway of his parents’ western style ranch house, entered the kitchen, and plopped himself down on a large wooden chair at the table.

 

He stared at the room, as if waiting for some mystical creature to appear before him and grant his every wish, but nobody came. He became antsy, twisting and turning in the chair, in a way that made it wobble like an elderly man trying to maintain stability in his march down the corridor of an assisted living facility.

 

Tommy knew he would be late for school if someone did not come soon to make the breakfast he needed to provide him with the energy necessary to get through the day. He wondered where the woman who brought him into this world lingered. He hoped she had not been distracted by his younger brother, and that he remained number one in her eyes and heart.

 

He grew very restless, almost irrational, and moaned, as he pictured himself in a different room—one small, with only a twin bed, an oversized leather recliner, a tiny dining table with two metal folding chairs, and a miniature refrigerator in the far corner. He despised his living quarters for restricting his freedom. With door locked, it was a home he could not leave on his own.

 

But then he realized, at eighty he had become five again, and he waited for the mystical creature to grant his wish and unlock the door to the world he had lost.

 

 

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