I’m frustrated that I’m not in Dallas with my Mom, there to give her a hug when she wakes up.
I’m frustrated that I’m not at the hospital asking her doctor all the questions that everyone else won’t think to ask.
I’m frustrated that I can’t be alone with my thoughts all day, so by the time I get home from school, every wild emotion in me has built up and I end up being a total wreck.
Quick cry, then getting it back together. Only nine days until I’m home.