When we arrived at the hospital, Mom was awake and talking with Dad.
"Mom, how are you?" I asked, her smile weak but reassuring.
"I’m fine," she replied.
"You gave us quite a scare," the devil said, his tone teasing despite the circumstances.
"I’m sorry," Mom said, smiling at him. Only the devil could make someone apologize even when they were in such a state.
"Well, you’re forgiven because you gave us a precious gift, such a bundle of joy," he said with a warm smile. I couldn’t agree more.
With Mom in the hospital and Dad always visiting her, I was mostly at home with the devil. I will always remember this as one of the hardest periods of my life, since I was constantly fighting the temptation to kiss him. He didn’t make things any easier either, with the way he was always strolling
