True Worry

It was on the 17th day of seeding is that the worst thing happened, for the first time I was worried. It wasn’t about the broken farm machinery, or the fact that it was snowing in May, or even the fact that we were not done seeding yet. I woke up, before my mother, which was strange. When she came downstairs she told us that part of her vision was missing. Last time I heard that it was one of my friends in high school, and it turns out she had a brain tumor. So when my mom said she was having similar vision problems, every other worry in the universe was replaced with “I don’t want to lose mom”. I think she will be alright, as the hospital couldn’t figure out what was wrong, and they are going to send her to an optometrist, instead of Dr. Wilson. The thoughts of mom were even more clear today as I began working on mom’s belated mother’s day gift, as there is nothing more I can give to mom that is more important than my time, and effort.