Just Alex

When I came to again it was really quiet and I was yelling for my sons before my eyes were open. “Whoa breath” That was Mama but I thought it was Kenny. “My kids?” “Right next you, sleeping.” I rolled over I was at home in my bed “Where’s Ana? What time is it?” “Slow down, breath, Ana is still at the pool hall it is only midnight.” “But we should be on stage.” “No you need to rest now; you hit your head really hard.” “No harder than normal, how did I get here?” “You passed out twice; your uncles brought us home, and carried you up to your bed.” “Um… I don’t remember anything past Greg asking me how many fingers.” “Yep, that’s a concussion.” “Uhg.” I groaned “I’m a bad parent I should give…” “Do you really feel that way?” “Like a bad parent, yeah I work all the time and I keep…” “I meant that you should put them back up for adoption?” “No, Kenny, I am selfish I love them too much. I…” The room spun. “You rest for right now, you are a great parent, and we will talk about this in the morning when you remember I am not Kenny. And then again in several months when you have the hang of balancing them and the job as I told you before you are a good parent, Alex.” “No, Kenny I am a selfish parent and going to damage them.” “Ok, Al, Mama I am Mama, you need rest now night.” “Night Ken.” I passed back out. Mama sighed “Fool only thing he does badly is listen she tucked me back in went down stairs to Mom.