She is in the car, with her uncle; the child. Blankly staring out the window. Its been thirty-nine days…
Aimlessly wondering when her mother would return. She’d heard, “Maybe in a few days.”
She didnt want maybe in a few days; she wanted now.

They arrived at the hospital, the same routine to find her room. She sees them, smiles, and tells them to come in.

Soon after, she takes her daughter’s hands, looks deep into her eyes, and says the words shes been wating for,

"Your taking me home today."

With a smile on her face. This was truly, the best day.