NELINA
"What is it?" It was on time that mom came over, so near that I was caught off guard. I immediately shut the laptop and forced a fake smile on my face.
Before I could open my mouth.
"I knew it," Mom interrupted my thoughts; she seemed to read my mind.
"Yes, mom?" I look at her in confusion.
"It's about your dad, isn't it? Are you looking at your dad's diagnosis from his doctor and physical therapists?" Mom inquired as she drew closer to me.
I nod in confirmation.
"But it's not dad's diagnosis that worries me," I said, diverting the topic because mom doesn't have to know what I do.
"In fact, I think he is improving. It's just that I'm not used to not having dad when I get home," I said. Convincing mom as I walk to the couch and lay there with her. I dig my head on mom's ches
