Labor day 2

Here's why I don't ask. I've been there, in the hospital room, when the phone rings. And I've heard my mom trying to explain what she's going through. I've heard my dad trying to explain things that he doesn't quite understand. And it's painful for them. And so I think it's okay for me just to wait, patiently, to hear the answers they don't make clear. I can wait.

I just spoke with my mom again and she said that, yes, she's developed some pneumonia in her right lung. She doesn't seem to have a fever, though. And she feels well enough except for her returning panic attacks. Maybe one of the medications she was taking, or perhaps the small room, she reasoned.

And she told me not to worry. "Go prep for your classes!" she demanded.