Mom fell yet again this morning. I had just gone in to check on her and start her Kindle, she's finishing listening to "The Notebook". In my room for a minute or so and I hear that sickening sound, that thud and the rattling of my wall. Moms bathroom shares a wall with the bathroom in my bedroom. Again, I'm sprinting down the hall. I find mom on the side of the toilet. Thankfully after thoroughly checking her out, I realized she's ok. I worry about how many times can she be lucky before she gets hurt again. Sometimes I wish I could put her in a bubble.
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