"Hold
on, I need to be a mother for a
moment..."
*Phone
on hold*
"NATE, DO IT FOR ME, OKAY!?
EAT FOR ME!
GET BETTER FOR ME!
IF YOU CAN'T DO IT FOR
YOU,
DO IT FOR ME!
PLEASE!
LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER!
PLEASE PROMISE ME YOU'LL TRY!
PROMISE ME YOU'LL BE
OKAY!
PROMISE ME THAT YOU'LL TRY
TO TAKE BETTER CARE OF YOURSELF!
PLEASE!...
I worry
for you
sometimes...
Do you promise? Please..."
And I
answer a simple "yes", with a nervous smile, unsure of
whether I'm telling the truth or not...
I hope I'm telling the truth...but the relentless permanent
visitor in my head hopes I'm not...and the battles begin
again...