Well That Didn't Work

THE NON-EXISTENCE OF GOD
I got home tonight to find my mother writhing in pain from her surgery, tossing and turning and moaning on her bed. She'd taken her Morphine pill only an hour before I arrived so she couldn't take any more; I've never felt so helpless in my entire life. I wanted to take all the pain away from her, I would've taken it in her place, I really would have. I crushed up some Tylenol for her and helped her wash her mouth with baking soda and salt and she started to relax a bit, stopped all the tossing and turning. I would've taken it in her place in a heart beat, she doesn't deserve it; she doesn't deserve any of it. I want to pick up the phone and start dialing, but I swore I wouldn't. What good would it do anyway, I suppose.
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