Dying from Heat

My mother is getting older, of course like everyone’s mother. My siblings and I got her to agree with us that she needed an air conditioner. She was always against having one in her home, because of supposed higher energy bill. We did our research and found her a good one at a reasonable price, and it was small. We put the ac in her bedroom window, and as we were just plugging it into the wall, my mother starts to hit it! She’s whacking at it, smacking, as though it was an old television set that went fuzzy. We had to yell at her that it’s not like the television set. So we set up a good temperature that was comfortable for her, turned it on, and load and behold she was sitting right in front of the ac like a child does to the television. She loves that air conditioning Manchester unit in her window.