My mom took me home and literally put me to bed like a child. I wanted to protest, but the moment I hit the bed and got comfortable on the soft mattress, with my feathery pillow and blanket, exhaustion hit me like a truck. I didn’t realize how tired I was until I was in bed. It wasn’t fair. Kendra was injured and she needed me, but I couldn’t resist the need to have a good sleep. It made me feel so guilty. “I will make sure our Kendra is alright Sweetheart, but you need to sleep,” my mom soothed me, knowing that I was trying to fight the fatigue. I gave her an apologetic and grateful look. She was not only my mom, but Kendra’s as well. I understood that now. Maybe Kendra wasn’t her blood, but my mom never treated her differently to me.
“Thank you Mom,” I told her before she tucked me in
