The doctors told her I would sleep through the night and she should go home and rest. She refused.ID-100104489

They told her they couldn’t allow her to spend the night in the ICU. She insisted.

I wasn’t supposed to have anything. She fed me ice chips to soothe my burning throat.

I tossed. I turned. I cried. I hurt.

I was up all night. They were wrong. I needed her.

When I went home, she showed me the pad where I had scribbled what I needed. The characters looked like hieroglyphics.

I wondered how she had read them.

Only a mother.

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