She had heard him describe a problem with his breathing, and instead of treating that information as urgent, she had decided it was emotional exaggeration.
Then, when I tried to get help myself, she physically removed the phone from my hand.
My father finally stood.
“Enough. Nobody is saying he shouldn’t get checked out. We’re saying you don’t need to turn this into some huge family disaster.”
I remember looking at him and thinking how strange those words were.
The disaster, according to him, was apparently something that might happen if I acted.
Not what had already happened to my son.
Not the injury.
Not the breathing difficulty.
