Maya

“Hey, mom. How are you?” I ask my mom over the phone. “I called you yesterday but you didn’t pick up.”

“Oh, yeah. I was in the E.R,” she says chuckling awkwardly.

I bolt upright.

“E.R as in the emergency room? What happened?” I question.

“Calm down, child. I simply broke my back, that’s all. I forgot I’m not as young as I used to be,” she says.

“You simply broke your back? It’s your back mom. Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask nervously.

“I’m absolutely fine,” she assures me.

“I’ve been thinking about it anyway and I think this is a sign. What do you think about moving to California and staying with me and Jamie?” I ask her.

There’s an extra room and I’ll be able to take better care of her. she’s too far away. And she’s right, she’s getting older and needs to be…