My Parents Left Me in the ICU for My Brother’s Game, So I Made One Call

you, sitting up. That’s good progress.”

“Hi,” I said. My own voice sounded flat to me, the way a room sounds flat when you’ve removed everything that absorbed sound.

Mom perched on the edge of the chair, the one Maria had pulled close to my bed two nights earlier and sat in for six hours. “How are you feeling?” she asked.

“Like someone cut open my abdomen,continue reading …