When I walked into the room, she was a little loopy because of the pain medication they gave her. She was asking me if I mowed the lawn, and weird stuff like that. I knew that when she would became sain again that we would have to talk about my father.
My father is in jail, and we are not bailing him out. He called my mom's cell phone when she was still loopy so I answered it for her. I said "hello?", and he pretended like I wasn't there. He got one phone call, and he used it stupidly. If he really wanted out of jail he shouldn't have shut me out.
My mom has come out of her "loopy" stage, and is now in the stage of sadness for me. She knows that this is not just stressful for her, considering she does have seven stitches in a wound my father gave her, but that it is also a lot for me also. I mean what 13 year old wouldn't cry if they saw their mother in the hospital the same night her father went to jail. This night has been making me think. I'm thinking about what my father will do, if my mother will try and bail him out again, and stuff like are they going to get divorced.
The doctor dismissed us to go home, and the cop drove us home.
