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Being Fool of Heart

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On her bed, the young woman curled to her side into a fetal position, wrapping her arms around her abdomen. She considered yelling for her mom, but decided that that would be a bad decision. She grabbed her phone and texted her instead.

“Mom,” she texted.

“What,” her mother replied.

She wished in her mind that her mom would just come without question, but… She willed her eyes open again to text, “Please come.” Immediately after, she could hear her mom’s distinct gait as her slippers slid across the floor with each of her dainty steps.

“Gracie?” her mother’s voice was close to her now. The bile creeped up her throat.

“Mom, I feel sick.” Her mother immediately sighed and touched Grace’s forehead.

“What’s wrong?” Worry was evident in her mother’s face. “You wanna stay home from church today?”

“I feel like I’m going to throw up.” Grace had the strangest sensation that she had had too much food to eat, and that food was ready to make her combust on the inside.

“Well, sometimes that helps. Go to the bathroom and see if you can.”

Grace crawled out of her warm, comfortable bed and walked slowly to the bathroom. As soon as she got to her porcelain toilet, she released her dinner from last night into the bowl. A sickened shiver rushed up her spine. She hated throwing up. Ugh.

She reached over for some toilet paper to wipe off her face and flushed the toilet. Grace stood up and turned the knob on her sink. The cold water felt good on her hands and in her mouth. She turned off her light and went into the living room where her mother sat in an overstuffed chair. “I still feel awful, but I think I just ate too much last night.”

“I think you have the flu, sweetie.” Her mother always considered the worst when her daughter felt bad. Maybe I’m just having a bad day, Grace thought.

“I don’t think so…” A rush of bile forced her to run back to the bathroom to release whatever was agitating her insides. UGH.

She called for her mom. Her mother rushed to her bathroom. “Can I stay home from church today? I don’t feel so good.” Grace smiled weakly at her mother.

Her mother sighed. She went to the family room and laid out a sheet on the couch. She placed Grace’s bed pillows on the couch and gave her a little Christmas blanket. “Need anything else?”

Grace felt a flood of appreciation for her mother and asked for some saltines to occupy the vomit taste in her mouth.

She spent the rest of the day watching Hallmark Christmas movies until her mind was as sick as her stomach.

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Being Fool of Heart