The light creeps through the blinds.
I’m not ready to get up sun.
Braeden starts coughing, then moaning, then crying.
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.
Slowly open the door.
Braeden sees me, comfort overtakes the tears. Mommy, his sweet little voice whispers.