“What about my Mother?” My heart ran to my throat.
“I can’t speak about it over the phone. You’ll have to come down to the hospital.”
“Ok. I'm on my way,” I stated and hung up the call. “Daisy, I need to rush down to the hospital,” I handed my uniforms to her, “Help me take them to the laundry.”
“What did they say about your Mother? Should I come with you?”
“No, Daisy. I’ll meet you at home,” I rushed out of the room.
“You’re with your purse, right?” Her voice echoed on my way out.
“Yes.” I didn't know that I even grabbed the damn thing.
I hurried out of the building. Luckily, I was able to get a cab closer to the entrance. The cab has just dropped off someone. I rushed in and the driver took me to the hospital.
Arriving, I almost broke an ankle as my feet hastened into Mother’s wa
