As Gabby and I made our way through the bustling corridors of the hospital, I couldn’t help the sense of apprehension gnawed at my insides.
With each step, I couldn't shake the feeling that our discussion with my mother would be anything but easy.
But as we reached her room, Gabby turned to me with a sympathetic smile.
"I'll wait outside, Kyra," she offered, her voice gentle with understanding. "I don't want to disturb your time with your mother. Just let me know if you need anything."
I nodded gratefully, touched by Gabby's thoughtfulness. With a reassuring smile, I stepped into the room, steeling myself for the difficult chat ahead.
As I entered the room, the sight of my mother lying in the hospital bed sent a pang of sorrow coursing through my heart.
She looked so frail and vulnerable, a far cry from the strong woman I knew her to be.
But as soon as she caught sight of me, tears welled in her eyes, and she reached out for me with trembling hands.