“You came back”, mom made me jump. I immediately regretted the fit I had just thrown. Seconds later the nurse was handing me a pillow and blanket. I felt like crawling under that couch.
“I can’t, mom”, tears were stinging my eyes. I gently pried her crippled hands from the rail she kept trying to pull herself up with. What the heck is going on? “I don’t think they want you to get up yet”, I reasoned, “We’ll have to call the nurse”. She didn’t care what they wanted. Mom wanted me to get her out of there NOW. “Mom, you know I can’t do that”, I was getting scared.