MomI woke up in the morning, blinking my eyes. It was brighter than the night before. I slowly sat up, lifting my legs off the bed. I sighed, while rubbing my eye. My mother clearly knew what happened to me the night before. I was seeing things. Not good things.
My mom opened up the door, nervously smiling. She had soup in her hands. "Oh dear, are you okay?" She asked.
I nodded. "Yeah. Better than before." I replied.
My mother smiled and sat on the bed next to me. She handed me the soup. "Here you go, sweet heart." She told me.
I smiled back at my mother and drank the soup. "Thank you, mom." I said.
My mother hugged me after I was done. She sniffled a bit. "Glad you are okay, so much." She said.
I nodded. "I am just glad you are not in the trouble I am in." I replied.
My mom gripped on to my shoulders and looked at me seriously. "I had a longer life than you," She began. "you're more important. I need to take care of you, Toby."
I blushed. "thanks, mother."
Mother nodded twice and went up to the door. As she began to leave she told me, "Take care of yourself and get better." She winked and walked out of my room.
I sighed and layed on my bed. I stared up into space, just imaginating the stars above. I really do hope I get more better. I hate this.