Tamara.
My cell phone rings about half an hour before I'm due to go home and I see my mother's hospital on the caller ID.
My heart soars and simultaneously drops when I see it, mainly because it was rare for them to contact me directly.
It has always been Hilda, but my name's been registered as her immediate family.
I pick my phone in a rush and answered it with shaky fingers.
“Tamara Ravenford speaking,” I answered.
“Hello, we're calling to remind you of your mother's appointment tomorrow, we couldn't get through to her,” a lady says over the phone and I breathed out in relief.
“Alright, she will be there tomorrow, thank you,” I say in a light tone.
I end the call and tried Hilda's number, and it still wasn't reachable, I leave her a message.
I made a mental note to visit the hos
