I empty Mom’s closet. She pulls herself out of bed and into her wheelchair. Frankie plays Minecraft Pocket Edition on my iPhone.
Mom pages the nurse’s station twice before Miria arrives with her discharge documents. We negotiate a mistaken prescription order and endure more delays. Finally, a PCA arrives to help wheel her out.
After more than a month, Mom’s coming home.
the hum of her portable
more by FRANK J. TASSONE
photograph by Ezra JeffreyHire An Editor