" I don’t understand it either, Mom,” I answered, fidgeting. Even though my old bedroom had been completely redone, it held an uncanny power to make me feel like a child again. “But you don’t need to worry about me. I’ll be fine. I promise.” She made a move to rise, and I offered my arm. Getting up and down, I noticed, had recently become an effort for her. “You "

― Edie Claire , Long Time Coming