I Can’t

by crobertson

The light creeps through the blinds.
No.
I can’t.
I’m not ready to get up sun.

Braeden starts coughing, then moaning, then crying.
No.
I can’t.
I’m not ready to get up my love.

My mind starts racing: has his fever come back, when is the doctors office open, I’m not prepared to be off from school, I couldn’t slice last night, I couldn’t comment, how can I make it on three hours of sleep…coughing and crying returns.

Up.
Slowly open the door.
Braeden sees me, comfort overtakes the tears. Mommy, his sweet little voice whispers.
Yes.
I can.

Advertisements