“Hey, honey.” My mom smiles knowingly.
“I thought it was only a broken leg. That looks like more than just a break.”
“Well, he broke it in a few different places.”
Of course he did.
“I’m fine, pumpkin.” My father waves me off like it’s no big deal. “I promise. I’m sorry we had to call you at work.” He frowns.
“It’s okay. I want you to call me anytime you need me. Especially with something like this. Matter of fact, you should have called me on the way to the hospital,” I scold.
“You worry too much, honey. Like your father said, we didn’t want to bother you at work. You’re always so busy, and we’re grown adults. We can manage on our own.”
“Adults or not, you’re my parents and if something happens to one of you, I want to know about it, work or not. I’ll always find time for you.”
“Well, take a seat and tell us all about it.”
Oh, where to start?