Savannah
Nausea hit me hard as I stumbled into the bathroom. I clutched the porcelain sink to stay upright, splashing cold water on my face, wondering what could be causing these strange symptoms.
All morning, I had been feeling queasy, and the lingering smell of the boys’ breakfast had become overwhelming.
That thought was quickly pushed aside when my mother called to inform me she was coming to visit. I found some mint chewing gum to get rid of the bitter taste in my mouth and waited.
The room was a mess, thanks to the boys’ hyperactivity. Strangely, a part of me celebrated the chaos.
Jermaine was healthy enough now to be as playful as his brother. He would never match Jace’s boundless energy—their personalities were too different—but at least he wasn’t lying in bed, pale-faced and struggling to breathe.
The thought brought a smile to my lips.
“Boys, this is not a pigpen. Imagine if a visitor comes in and sees the room all messy. That doesn’t speak well of us.”
“Okay, Mommy, we’ll c
