When I wake up, mum is sitting by my bed, caressing my forehead.
“Are you okay, Sarah?” She asks me concern washing all over her face.
“Of course mum, why won’t I be?” I sit up and try to smile at her.
“I can ask him not to come here if you want me to.” She says solemnly and my heart bursts with love for her. She really loves me more than she loves Brad. I hug her.
“You don’t have to do that .. and look what I got you!” I show the scarves trying successfully to switch the topic. Thank God Mike had put all my shopping bags inside my room. Where is he, anyway?
She tells me she loves it and I can see that she does but there is something else that she wants to tell me.
“What is it, mom?” I give her the tell me already look.
“He.. umm.. Brad wanted to have a little party here, for my bir
