“Kendra, go wake Sam and tell her to call the ambulance.” I whispered, and wiped a stray tear from her cheek. “It’s okay, just go tell Sam.” I pushed her towards Sam’s room and entered my mother’s.
My mother was lying on the white carpet, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. I saw a knife in her hand and a gash on her arm. I suddenly felt dizzy and exhausted. I knelt down and put my fingers on her wrist. I felt a pulse and almost cried with joy. Huge, wet tears began to slide down my face and onto my mother’s dirtied t-shirt. I kissed her cheek and then her 8 month pregnant belly. Samantha came running into the bedroom crying. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her arm.