by Sarah Van Diest
Mother’s Day doesn’t necessarily mean everything goes
Mother’s way. Last year’s special day was not what I signed up for.
The church service was over and the youth band was packing
up. They had done a great job leading worship so I bee-lined my way to the
front to congratulate them, especially Zach, the lead kid on the team.
I hopped up the stairs to the stage, but misjudged the final
step. (Yep. Feel free to picture what was about to happen.) My right foot
caught the lip of the stage and a forward fall commenced. In slow motion, or
lightning speed, both are fitting, I crashed head first into the side of the
black grand piano; the brunt of the impact landing on my right front teeth. My
face turned sideways and my cheek suction-cupped itself to the black surface as
I slipped down it.
Everything went black.
