“Unveiling Resilience: How Monika Dutt’s ‘My Rock’ Transforms Heartbreak into Strength”
“Ma?” You are on the phone now.
“Kail…are you really sick?” Yes, that is my first question to you. My first accusing question, letting you know that I doubt you.
“Yes Ma, I am.” Your voice wavers as it has ever since you left.
“You’re not coughing,” I say.
“I’m holding it in,” you reply, and I hear the strain as you fight the tickle in your throat. “I’m sorry,” you say. “I failed you.”
Sometimes I think you manipulate me. You are old enough to know how to do that.
This is not one of those times.
You know I had expectations for this week, for you, for me, and they have not materialized. As much as I must care for you, you sense a responsibility to me. My petulance fades.
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