Rockstar
Something was wrong. Finding Tawny in the bathroom with a look of despair on her face worried me. She should be jumping for joy. Her mother talked and was moving. When we walked back outside, Camilla was holding my two-and-a-half-year-old nephew, and she was humming.
Tawny watched her with a small smile on her face but sorrow in her eyes. Maybe she was overwhelmed. I mean, it has to be overwhelming to finally hear your mother talk after nine years of silence. To see her moving, rubbing a small child's back.
“I’m actually surprised she can move so much,” I said.
“I kept up her muscle tone. Every morning, I put ankle weights on her, move her legs around, then wrap them around her wrists and do arm movements. I made sure she ate nutritiously, too.”
“She’s why you went i
