I gently walk into the room.
Saying good morning in a soft voice.
The answer from her bed is barely audible.
«I cannot move my hands.»
Carefully, I stroke her hands.
You will have to stay home from school today.
«But I want to go.»
I know she doesn’t want to stay at home.
She prepared yesterday.
Laid out her clothes and some makeup.
To make it easier to prepare for this day.
She can only tolerate small whispering words.
I leave the room quietly.
We can try again tomorrow.
By Mother of teenager with M.E.