Mom stroked my arm softly.
She has been coming more often now that I'm ok.
Before I was she would hardly come at all.
"The doctor told me you can start physical therapy soon."
I only looked at the clock, playing with my necklace.
"They also said it won't be much longer before you can get off the drugs."
I nodded, glancing at the IV I was still connected to.
"Is something wrong, sweetheart?"
She put her hand on my head, softly petting my little hairs.
"No."
Yes.
Why does she suddenly care?
Why is she here for me now, but not before, when I needed it more?
Why is it she can't seem to comfort me?
"What are you thinking about?"
I looked away from the clock.
She really did look concerned.
"Hobi."
She shifted.
"Oh. The volunteer boy?"
I nodded.
I watched her face turn as she tried to figure out what to say.
"Is he... are you..."
"What?"
"What is he to you?"
"I-"
I pressed my lips together.
"Is he... more than just a good friend?"
"He never said that specifically."
She set her hand down.
I saw her eyes gaze around.
At the drawings, the flowers, stuffed animal, and the necklace.
I think that's when she realized,
She hasn't really been here much.
She whispered.
"I'm sorry, Mina"
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Sorry this chapter is so short! hopefully I'll have the next one up by tomorrow.
And Happy 2019!! I hope this year brings all of you much happiness and good health. <3
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