When My Mother Got Up Anyway
Wed, 05/14/2025 - 11:00pm
I remember one morning when I was in elementary school, I woke to the usual scent of some delicious breakfast baking in the oven. Blueberry muffins, maybe. I walked into the kitchen, and instead of seeing my mom on her usual perch at the edge of a kitchen chair, drinking her coffee, I could see her lying on her bed in the next room, pale and looking exhausted.
