My girls and I often communicate by text. It’s simple to shoot something off and respond at your leisure. The last I had heard from my youngest was that she and her best friend Michele were going to hang out at The Bluff. I had no idea where the bluff was, but I assumed she was fine and would tell me about it later. My response was for her to be safe. It seems that I’m always telling them that. I can only hope that they know how much I worry and decide to make good choices.
An hour or so later, I got another text from Mimi. It merely said “I’m at the hospital…”
My heart started pounding and I tried not to let my panic show as I sent back a series of frantic questions asking what happened and how bad was it. I jammed my shoes on and started hunting for my keys as I waited to hear which hospital she was at. Just as I started to call her, I got another text. It said that Michele’s mom was in the ICU. I let out a huge sigh of relief. I was so grateful that my baby girl was okay.
The immediate panic over, my concern switched to Michele’s family. Once again, I asked what had happened and started wondering what I could do to help. My daughter must’ve had pity on me at that point, as she reminded me that Michele’s mom was a nurse and that they were just visiting her.
And I wonder where these gray hairs keep coming from…
Mimi and Michele…partners in crime!
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