Frankie
I try not to sigh too loudly as my mother fixes the blanket around my waist again. I love my mother. She saved me when I was lost and alone. Never has she treated me any differently from the children she gave birth to. But she can fuss, something chronic!
Dad is the same. But I love him so much, and my siblings… I would die for them as they would for me. But the truth is, Mom still treats us all like babies sometimes. I know she only does it out of love, but it can be a little suffocating at times.
“How are you feeling, darling?” Mom asks as she sits beside me on my hospital bed.
I don’t need to be here any longer. I’m okay now. But Mom won’t discharge me until she’s satisfied that I’m genuinely okay. In her mind, anyway.
“I’m fine, Mom. Please, stop fussing.”
“I’m sorry. I
