“Hey mom.” I said holding the tray with caution in my small hands. I tried my best to not make the warm tea make a spill but with sweaty fingers I made a splash on mom’s skin.
“Oh no, I’m sorry mom.” I said with a quick apologetic voice. I put the tray on her bedside table and quickly wiped the tea drops from her collarbone.
“It’s okay, sweetheart.” My eyes widened at her words. She called me sweetheart. I felt my heart flutter with butterflies so I tackled her in a tight hug. She scooted over for me to climb in the bed next to her. I remember how I smiled at the ceiling, as if I just won the jackpot. When mom combed her fingers through my hair I got goosebumps of love all over my body.
“What do you like the most in the world.” She asked and I knew then that she was up to someth
