FIFTY-EIGHT | TOUGH LOVE
Taylor
I always knew that my parents would go before me, but that doesn’t make the situation any easier. For the past few days, I’ve been numb. That’s the only way to describe it. I haven’t wanted to eat or drink much of anything at all. I didn’t want to talk to anyone; I just wanted to stay in bed with the shades drawn and wallow.
It was selfish, I know it was, but I just couldn’t make myself move.
I was so happy that I had Matt, Alaia, Morgan, and Giana to step in to care for Genesis because I had been an extremely shitty mother. When Morgan came into the room carrying the baby, I was preparing myself for another round of questions.
Had I eaten? Did I need anything? How was I holding up?
That’s not what I got. At all.
“Get up, Tay. We need your boobs.”
