Broken Beginnings: Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

“How did you sleep?” Mom asked, the morning after my first night at home. I knew she was concerned, she wanted to make sure I was okay, and I was. I had actually had a good night’s sleep, one that didn’t consist of being woke up by nurses making their rounds and checking on patients. I wasn’t woken up to be given a pill so I could sleep, that was one thing I could never make any sense of it.