She didn’t give me an eye roll. That was telling.
‘I don’t need help to look after my own home. I just tripped and took a shelf down with me.’
I brushed her hair off her face and saw the ballooning bump growing on her forehead.
“Ma. That’s not what I was saying.” She winced. “Sorry… It’s not broken. But. I think you need to go to the hospital. Your arm needs stitches, this foot needs an X-ray at least. And that bump on your forehead. You could have a concussion.” -