Mom's arms
Once we got him to the hospital my road ended when he had to go into surgery. I soon found my mom crying out side a room. “Mommy.” I ran the rest of the way to her. She opened her arms to me. “Baby girl. How is he? How is Brandon?” She was crying to. “I don’t know mom they took him back for surgery, something to do with head trauma.” “Oh no.” She hugged me tightly. “How’s John, mom?” I asked. “His doing okay they had to stich his head up and he has a few broken bones.” Good was all I could think about at that point at less one of them was safe. We held each other for a while until a doctor came asking for the family of Brandon. When what seemed like the whole waiting room stood up the doctor reword his question. “His mother and father please.” At first I stayed with my mom as t
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