Once I got back home, I started looking for my tablet.
Mom unpacked my hospital bag a while ago, so I should find it in my bedroom. I practically turned the content of my bedroom upside down, but I still was unable to find my tablet.
Eventually, I decided to just ask my mom.
"Moooom?" I called, poking my head into the kitchen. "Mom, do you know where my tablet is?"
Mom was cutting the potatoes into even-sized cubes while chatting on the phone with her best friend, Mrs. Emerson. The phone was on speaker.
"I tell you, Judy. That stupid bank teller really infuriated me... Oh hey, Danny. What's up?"
Before I answered, I heard Mrs. Emerson's high-pitched voice from the phone.
"Oh, Danny, HONEY! How are you, dear?"
"He's wonderful, Judy. You would not recognize him when you come to visit again. By the way, when are you coming to visit? Didn't you say that you wanted to come last week?"
"Mom, Mom..." I mouthed at Mom, hoping that she would look at me.
