Later that afternoon, I checked on my mother and brought her a sandwich and a glass of iced tea. When I first walked in, she was sleeping, so I gingerly set the plate and tea on the nightstand beside the bed. I had just turned around and had the door open when I heard Mom say, "Hey, there."
I turned back around, smiling. "Hi, Mom. How are you feeling?"
"Okay," she replied.
"Stupid question," I said as she laughed. "Let me change your bandages."
She nodded. "Yes, I think it's about time. Do you mind?"
"Not at all," I said, smiling. "Mom, I'm so happy that you're alive. When I saw you get shot …" I knelt down beside her bed as tears streamed down my cheeks.
"Shush," she said, stroking my hair. "I'm just glad you and Timmy are still alive, too." Then, she paused to think for a second
