So much for not being angry. So much for being calm and rational. Hasn't even a full ten minutes since we've reunited and already I was on the brink of a full-on temper tantrum.
It's not uncommon for your typical family reunion to start with some hugs and kisses on both sides. It is, however, uncommon to be seeing red at the mere sight of a loved one.
The last time I even laid eyes on her, I remembered I was bidding her a tearful farewell from her bedside, stroking a frail, pale hand… assuring her that I'll be just fine living on my own.
Then I remembered I was outside, waving goodbye at her from the bedroom window, I remembered how gaunt she looked, how her eyes were a blink away from fading into unconsciousness. Still, somehow she managed to smile back at me and wave a hand back.
