My Mother

“Out of the way!” she shouted.

Daniel released my mother and shoved the mask toward Tasha. Tasha got it back over Lily’s nose and mouth while the respiratory therapist checked the line.

My daughter’s tiny hands clawed weakly at the sheet.

“I’m here,” I sobbed, leaning as close as the nurses allowed. “Mommy’s here. Breathe, baby. Please breathe.”

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