Walking the Line

As someone who suffers from a mental illness I have long been thinking of a story about a twelve-year old boy who takes care of his schizophrenic mother. His father moved out and is remarried. The boy keeps her on her meds, takes her to doctor visits, to the pharmacy, as well as staying in school. They walk a fine line between lunacy and normalcy and his worst fear is that the social worker who visits them will see how bad things are and send his mother to an institution and him into foster care. The boy will do anything to save his mother, even if it means going back to the time before the Weasels got her. This is that story.