FIFTY

Doctor Benedict took a quick checkup on him and was able to tell us that Leo was completely fine and just needed some rest. He will, of course, stay till he has woken up, but in the mean time, he was absolutely fine.

“It is my fault,” I declared as I began crying.

“It is not your fault, dear; we were all pushing him too hard." Michael calmed down, but it didn’t help because I cried even more, leaving myself to sit on the couch.

I could only of course blame myself; I was the one who called his hobby thrash and should focus more on studying than drawing random characters on his notepad. It is my fault he is this way, and I can only continue to feel bad until he is alright.

I am such a bad mother.

How can I be angry at my mother for treating me badly when I am just as the same? Leo must have been suffering, and I didn’t just see it; he shouldn’t have to push himself extr