My Mother’s First Time…
She’s dying right in front of me. I thought. Looking at my mother from across the room. She heaved, throwing up into a plastic bucket. The medicine was preparing me for what was to come. I ran to her.
She’s dying right in front of me. I thought. Looking at my mother from across the room. She heaved, throwing up into a plastic bucket. The medicine was preparing me for what was to come. I ran to her.