The pit of anxiety at the bottom of your stomach when your momma calls crying. She's trying to stand up, but the legs tremble too much to house a good foundation. All I can do is listen to the struggle in her voice as she prepares each word. Like a sword being driven through your core by last person you wanna see on Earth. My eyes try to stare away from the words in my anatomy textbook. But I need to do something to make my mom proud. I want her to know that her very existence to make my life easier isn't going to waste. But the cries for my sister to be aware of that just seem unbearable. I'm in total shock of what will happen next - is it my fault that I didn't influence her for the better? I'm not sure how I will finish the week, but I can do this. I did this 3 times already in my life.
