“I don't know how to take care of children anymore, let alone three at once!” she speaks to herself, trying to conform. She was clearly feeling all the stress from Dr Milton’s words.

“Sorry Mom.” I reply, truly apologetic for all the shit that I put her through

“You'll see, when the three of them are crying...” She comments sarcastically, shaking her head as though she had already imagined the very sight.

I laugh, still unhappy and crying. “My god, Mother! I know I may not be here, but I'll take care of you all.” I look at my fingers in my lap.

“You are obliged to be here; I...