"You're going to have Alzheimer's."
"..."
"..."
"It's already starting. Approximately 6 months from now, you will start experiencing the signs."
Alice could really only hear a single thing— her son's weak and tiny breaths. Judging by the movement of Diana's lips, words were still coming out of her mouth; but none of them seemed to reach Alice's ears. It was only her son… her son was the only one she was hearing.
The tiny vocal pouts, his lips that were puckering and clicking— those were the only sounds that Alice was allowing herself to hear. And almost as if her future flashed before her, all sorts of images entered her mind.
Riley's first steps; his cry as he learns the very first lesson of pain in his life. His first words— Alice always imagined it would be something that would piss her mother off. Maybe a curse word?
