I sit in bed, restless, miserable, head buried in hands, thinking about Ame-
*Knock, Knock*
I’m immediately pulled from my thoughts.
“Hey, can I come in?” comes a soft whisper from behind the door.
I really want to say no and just remain locked away, wallowing in self-pity, but the knock comes again in response to my silence.
“Aussie...?”
My eyes widen as my head snaps to the door, my mother hasn’t called me by that name in ages. I adjust my position to look more alive than I feel. “Come in”
My mother cautiously pushes the door open and walks in, stopping at the foot of the bed. She looks at me with eyes of concern, surprising me once again. “How… How are you feeling?”
I stare at her dumbfounded. Appalled. Shocked. My mother is actually trying to converse with me- not out of
