Cold days and Hot tears
When I stepped out of my house on Friday morning, my biggest concern was having to deal with the wind, and praying it doesn't rain. Regardless, I was a happy camper and all was right with the world. When I stepped back into my house later that afternoon, I was barely holding it together. With one phone call, my life turned upside down and it was all I could do to not breakdown in public. My mum hadn't been feeling good all week, and today it got worse. I'll save you the details, but when I heard how weak she sounded on the phone, I panicked and ran out of Portland building. She was all alone at home, and my mind kept coming up with horrible things that could happen. I felt completely helpless. Here I was, a thousand miles from home, while my mother lay sick in bed. What the hell could I do? I contacted just about everyone I could think of to help, and by the time I was done, my dad was preparing to fly back home and my mum's friend was going to check on her. I wa