The last time she smiled

Lifting Mom up and down and getting her in and out of the wheelchair started to take a toll on my back.  It was a strain to move her.  My back started to hurt almost every time I helped her.  One time in an effort to help her, I passed gas.  I probably laughed it off.  Another time I went to lift her, I told her, “Maybe I won’t pass gas.”  She smiled.

**I used this photo because it looks like it has a smiley face on it.