Operation Vengeance
MY CONCUSSION PROVOKED GRAVE concern since I couldn’t move an inch without feeling like I’d puke again. Did a couple times or so. My head ached most of the time. I craved sleep a good deal, alarming my mom who continued to stay at my bedside long hours. Aunt Lynore divided her time between Lannette and me. Together, they tried to be optimistic.
The day I awoke, I’d gratified them both by recalling who they were when they returned to my room later on. Memory slowly returned. Some things I could’ve wished had stayed hidden, but for the most part, it was a relief to come out of the void.
Sometimes I’d wake up to find Mom alone and crying heartbreakingly in the chair beside my bed. Often, she’d sit on the bed and hold me carefully so’s not to hurt me, and she’d stroke my
