After my sister called to inform Janice that our mom is already awake, we hurriedly hail for a cab and luckily we got one right away.
We didn’t talk about her question while on our way to the hospital. She didn’t finish what she was trying to say before my sister called. She was quiet again throughout the ride.
I let her be. My mind is actually thinking about my mom. I was thinking of her the whole time inside the cab.
I was happy and at the same time nervous. Happy that she’s finally awake after a week of sleeping. And nervous that she might notice something different in me. My mom has the keenest observation ever. She knows me a lot. And she will really know if something is up. We’re so open to her. Everything that bothers us, problems, she’s always there to hear us out.
And I am afr
