BE MY MOTHER

I waddle slowly down the stairs, without making any alarming noises because I want to surprise these two people who have become integral to me. I can't stay cooked up in that room of mine anymore. It has suffocated me adequately. Moreover, my hip doesn't hurt that much. See, I am not even trudging anymore. Andy is just taking advantage so that he can keep cuddling me on the bed all day. I don't mind though, but at least he should let me walk around.

I cross the ...