“Why can’t you stop acting like I’m a goddamn baby?” My mom screamed at me as she donned her winter clothes.
“Mom, the doctors said you have to take the medication. It will help you heal your…”
“Stop listening to those gurus!”
You’re starting to forget, Mom.
“I will get an umbrella and leave this house!” She stormed out her bedroom. After several minutes, I calmly walk to our front yard – knowing she would be standing frozen in her tracks.
I opened the door and the summer’s heat kissed my skin. I sighed.
“Where is my umbrella?” Her voice wavered.
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