As soon as Dad found out about what happened to Mom, he immediately cancelled work and went straight away to the hospital.
"Is your mother okay?" He asks me worriedly when he runs into her room.
Mom is asleep, even though it's 1:00 in the afternoon.
"Yeah, she's okay," I tell Dad. "But she has a stroke."
Dad sighs and looks at Mom sadly. "Isn't she a little too young for a stroke? She's only 40."
"I know, I know, but she got a stroke anyway," I say, sighing.
"I'm just glad she's alive."
"Me too."
Dad strokes Mom's beautiful, long hair and gazes deeply into her beautiful eyes. He doesn't speak for several minutes.
"You should go home, Cassie," Dad advises me. "You've been in the hospital with your mom for 2 days now. Go home to see your boyfriend and child."
I hesitate for a moment then I agree, "Okay."
I slide on my shoes, grab my purse, and leave the hospital.
Realizing that I don't have a ride, I call Mitchell and ask him to give me a lift.
A half hour later at 1:45, I see Mitchell's car pull up to the parking lot.
I smile and wave at him. I open the door and slide into the passenger seat.
"Hey, babe," I greet Mitchell with a quick kiss on his lips.
After I kiss him, I turn around to the back seat and find Lorraine buckled up in her car seat, and I gush, "Hello, Lorraine. Mommy missed you."
Lorraine laughs and kicks her little legs in the air.
"Oh my God, that's Lorraine's very first laugh!" I gasp.
Mitchell smiles. "Actually, she laughed last night when I made a silly face to her."
I shake my head in amusement. "Our little girl is growing way too fast."
When we're home, I take a shower since I hadn't showered in 2 days (yuck). Lorraine takes her afternoon nap.
It's just me and Mitchell in the living room with the TV running in the background (though, we're not really watch the show).
"So how's your mom?"
"Not so great. She has a stroke."
"Wow..."
"Yeah, I know. She can barely talk, she can't do basic tasks like using a spoon to eat her noodle soup on her own, and she can't do simple physical activities like walking up the stairs. She's just really different now." A drop of tear drips down my cheek and I sniffle.
Mitchell rubs my back affectionately and whispers to me, "It's okay. Just be there for your mom and she'll make it out somehow. Okay?"
I nod and smile weakly. "Okay."
We kiss.
YOU ARE READING
A Perfect Mistake
Teen Fiction"Cassie, sweetie, please do me a huge favor." "What is it, Mom?" "Do. Not. Get. Pregnant." "Ever?" "I mean, don't get pregnant in your teen years." "Okay, Mom, I won't." My mom trusted me to keep my promise....I was 13 and in middle school at the ti...
