When she saw me, tears began rolling down her cheeks.
“Emily… Why are you crying?”
I wrapped my arms around her.
“Mom, we thought you were trying to end your life.”
She stared at me in complete shock.
“What? No, sweetheart! I was only trying to leave so you wouldn’t have to suffer because of me anymore.”
“But the medication… The letter…”
“I was packing my medicine into my bag. My hands started shaking badly, and everything fell onto the floor. Then I felt dizzy. That’s the last thing I remember.”
My mother began to cry.
“I thought you were sending me to a nursing home. I wanted to leave on my own, so you wouldn’t have to look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t want me living with you anymore.”
Robert, who had been standing silently by the door, suddenly approached her bed.