"Hold on, I need to be a mother for a moment..."
*Phone on hold*
"NATE, DO IT FOR ME, OKAY!?
EAT FOR ME!
GET BETTER FOR ME!
IF YOU CAN'T DO IT FOR YOU,
DO IT FOR ME!
PLEASE!
LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER!
PLEASE PROMISE ME YOU'LL TRY!
PROMISE ME YOU'LL BE OKAY!
PROMISE ME THAT YOU'LL TRY
TO TAKE BETTER CARE OF YOURSELF!
PLEASE!...
I worry for you sometimes...
Do you promise? Please..."
And I answer a simple "yes", with a nervous smile, unsure of whether I'm telling the truth or not...
I hope I'm telling the truth...but the relentless permanent visitor in my head hopes I'm not...and the battles begin again...