With every move I die -- Fall 2016

I drank it adn lai back.  I felt it start working straight away.  "Thanks, mum,' I told her.  I knew I needed that to be able to get rest.  I had a drain on myself metnally and physically.

I smiled at Dean.  "Rest," I informed him.  I was happy to be taking care of my son again.  he deserved it -- especially after what he has gone through lately.

I was not entirely sure how much time had passed, but I smelled something delicious coming from the other room.  That meant only one thing:  Mum was still here.  I smiled and was able to actually function.  I pulled myself into my chair and wheeled out and saw her doing some laundry while food was cooking.  "Mum... you really don't need to be doing that," I said to her, feeling a little bad for startling her.

I laughed and shook my head at him.  "Nonsense," I said to him simply.  "Just relax... you're having a bad day and I'm here to help you out."  I was sure that he would resist, but there was no way he was going to get me to stop.  I wanted to help my baby boy.

I shook my head, grateful that she was doing that for me, but hoping she knew that it was not necessary.  "The least I can do is offer to help," I suggested, looking at her.  I was nto entirely sure if she would even accept that from me.

"I know... but I don't need it," I said to him.  "Why don't you find something to do that is nice and relaxing?"  I wanted him to chill.  Not to worry.  I knew that he would not listen to me, but it was worth a shot.

"Is that all you say?  Relax?" I inquired, a smile playing at my lips.  "You should know that that word is not one I use often... I don't even know if it's my dictionary."  Of course I had to be a smart ass about the whole thing.  But I really did appreciate having my mum to help me.

I chuckled and shook my head at Dean.  "Oh, honey, I know.  I am your mother after all," I pointed out to him as if he needed reminding.  "Why don't you go draw or something?  I am sure you haven't done that in ages -- and you were rather good at it even if you didn't let many people see that."

I had not drawn in such a long time.  I looked at my mum.  "Please... I don't think that I was good at it at all," I pointed out.  I figured there would be no reason to argue with my mother about it.

I smirked at my son.  "Go draw your mother a picture," I teased, wanting to make him go do something relaxing rather than sit here and bothering me while I tried to help him.

I could not help but laugh at my mother.  "Gee... thanks for making me feel like I'm five again, Mum," I said, shaking my head at her.

I was glad that I got my son to laugh.  "And yet... you still aren't doing as you're told," I pointed out to him.  "Why am I not surprised?"

She did have a point on that one.  I rolled my eyes and wheeled out of the room.  "I'm listening," I said to her before leaving the room completely.

I laughed at him.  While he was busy, I got the rest of his laundry finished and I had supper made for him.  "Dean, sweetie... ready to eat?" I called in to him, walking to the back room where he was.

I jumped slightly at her voice, forgetting where I was and the fact that my mum was over here taking care of me.  I turned around and smiled at her.  "You made dinner?" I asked, amazed.  "You didn't need to do that."  Though I was extremely grateful.