I ended up going home later that day, but it was anything but pleasant. My mom was waiting for me as soon as I got home. She wasn't happy and it showed. I could tell she knew that something was up. As soon as I closed the door, she came out of the living room and into the front hall. She was infuriated; I knew it. She looked it.


"I got a call today," She said, her arms crossed over her chest.


I was confused, but that didn't stop me from asking, "Okay. Who was it from? What did they want? And, why are you telling me?”


"They called from the hospital to tell you that you forgot to pick up your...