Alzheimer was erasing her life.
Sarah held the door as her mother shuffled into the club. They’d have brunch every Sunday after Temple at the Boca Grande Golf and Country club.
Father loved golf. He’d been a member for years.
Cecelia, the hostess, greeted them with a big smile while escorting them to Mother’s favorite table.
“A Mimosa, Mrs. Cohen?”
The edge of Mother’s lips curved when it was placed in front of her.
“Your father went far despite Auschwitz,” Mother said with a blank gaze.
“You’re a good girl, Sarah, a good daughter.”
At the funeral, Sarah remembered that.
Genre – Flash Fiction
Word Count – 100
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