About growing old and peeing in the sea

Sick as I was I stayed at home today.My mum stayed at home too.She was worried.
Not about me.About our cat.
He doesn't feel very well these days.
Grandma came too.
She is not that good either.
And we were sitting,three generations of women together.
Me,my mum,my grandma.And my cat.
Grandma and the cat were sitting,with distant eyes,in silence.
Mum was preparing tea for both of us.
Grandma was staring at me for a while,but I wasn't sure she was actually looking at me.
I wish I knew what was going on in her head.
But she's semi-deaf and my throat hearts when I speak.
Mum told me she wishes she'll never be in my grandmas' condition.
My mother acts as if she were her mother's mother.
And the weather was perfect outside.
And I was thinking about the other day.
How we both didn't admit what we really feel.
Like peeing in the sea.
No one admits it.
But I don't believe there's a single one who has never done it.
Personally,I love it.
My mum is growing older.
But you know what they say.
We don't stop playing because we grow old;we grow old because we stop playing.