But this day was the worst. My son, my firstborn, had been rushed in with a life-threatening illness that brought our world and sanity to a screeching halt…

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But this day was the worst. My son, my firstborn, had been rushed in with a life-threatening illness that brought our world and sanity to a screeching halt…
“Depending on the nature of his issues, I offer advice (if he wants it), ask him if he needs my help or just let him vent…”
I eventually dismissed the notion, that is, up until Kenny Jr. blurted out, “Mom, you’re gonna be a grandma!”
What the hell happened? Where did the time go? Who stole my babies?
I smiled, laughing with them as I received back pats and “High Fives” from the adults who cleared the way until I eventually flopped clumsily into a metal folding chair to catch my breath…
Tek dat comb an’ fix yo’ haid!-
Looks jes’ lak a feddah baid…