Ahhhh….and my brother answered his phone.

Plane ticket…no problem. He didn’t know how bad mom was.

He told me to call ma and discuss it with her…I did.

She said “India, if you come here now I would be mean to you.”

I respect that.

I hurt for her though.

My brother put in a plan…he talked to my sister and we are going to call her at least twice a week…all three of us….until the medication kicks in. Hell…I call her all the time…easy for me.

I have never heard my mother like this…never.

My being is her.

I will not let her fall.

I will move back to Texas if that’s what it takes.

She’s my Ma.