“No, no, I’m okay, I’m okay.
Where’s Andrew? Where’s your
brother?”
“He’s outside.”
“Go to Andrew.”
“But Mom—”
“Shh. It’s okay, baby. I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine, you’re—”
“Shhhhhh. I’m fine, I’m fine,
I’m fine. Go to your brother. Your
brother needs you.”
The doctors kept working, and
there was nothing I could do to help
her. I went back outside to be with
Andrew. We sat down together, and
he told me the story.