You never think that she can get sick. And when she does, the entire house is upside down. It’s the strangest experience.
The realisation that she’s only human, too. Flesh and bones. Not invincible and unbreakable. The false sense of security that has cocooned you, that has kept you warm & fuzzy. It has made you feel comforted and safe. It has made you think that this, right now -you & your cocoon, is forever.
But for how long? How long before you’re forced to become a butterfly?
How do you ever get over the loss of the greatest gift that is your mother? What is the thing that holds you together and gets you going? I hope I never find out.