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as my guardian.

Theía Estélla is an angel,

but I still want my mum.

After my X-rays, the doctor says

neither my ankle nor my elbow

seems to be fractured.

They say I can take painkillers.

I can’t go back to bouldering

or do any high-impact activities

for six to eight weeks

or until the pain stops.

I’m sent home

with Theía Estélla (and Vass)

with a walking boot to support my foot,

and a sling to support my arm,

but all I want is my mum.

Sunday: The Best Medicine—Morning—Vass’s Bedroom

I wore one of Vass’s old T-shirts to bed

with the word “OBEY” printed across the chest.

I asked to wear

their “I Can’t Even Think Straight” T-shirt,

but Vass said it was too good

for sleeping in.

I slept here last night

because Mum said it would be “silly”

to move me “back and forth”

since Theía Estélla agreed to look after me today

while Mum’s at her market stall.

I’m trying not to mind, but it hurts my feelings

that Mum wouldn’t take a day off to take care of me:

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