My mother took another deep breath. She was doing that a lot and I felt like she was doing it to stall. I could tell by her voice that she was about to tell me something very serious. My heart raced as I waited for her to utter another word. I wanted to take her by her shoulders and shake her...
To tell her to speak already, I couldn't take the suspense any longer. I stared at the side of her face, willing her to continue to tell me what she found in the box. Time seemed to stop while she tried to form her words. I shifted on the bed hoping that that would remind her that I was still there, that I was waiting for her to speak. But for the life of me, she was either so lost in her thoughts or whatever she had to say was so hard for her to say it she didn't know how to say it.
"Seven piece
