There is a quiet hum in the hospital this morning. I watch as my mother rests quietly after her procedure. Every once in a while she opens her eyes, remembers that I'm here and starts a conversation.
"Did Lily go with you to the zoo?' she asks.
I reply with as few words as possible, hoping that she'll remember she's trying to rest, not entertain me.
"I want to ask the doctor if I can get a milkshake on the way home," she states.
"Okay," I reply, "I'll help you remember that."
Her eyes close once more. I curl up on the small, blue loveseat and close mine as well.
Oh, I remember those days! You described so much in a few short sentences. I wish a speedy recovery for your mom!
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ReplyDeleteHope the recovery goes well and your mom gets her milkshake.
There is a certain peacefulness to being in that bubble, and this piece really captures it.
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