The Space Between

My mother drives me crazy. She can send me from love to exasperation faster than my Uncle Henry's Jaguar racecar could go from zero to sixty. I'm almost fifty years old, and you'd think by now she couldn't exert this level of power over me.
"Mom, you can't just think about it. You have to call your doctor. A possible blood clot in your leg is nothing to mess around with."
Silence.
Part of me wants to hang up the phone, pack my little-girl red-and-black-plaid plastic suitcase, and run away to oblivion.
I don't run. I stay because she's my mother and she needs me.
 

Synopsis
My mother drives me crazy. She can send me from love to exasperation faster than my Uncle Henry's Jaguar racecar could go from zero to sixty. I'm almost fifty years old, and you'd think by now she couldn't exert this level of power over me. "Mom, you can't just think about it. You have to call your doctor. A possible blood clot in your leg is nothing to mess around with." Silence. Part of me wants to hang up the phone, pack my little-girl red-and-black-plaid plastic suitcase, and run away to oblivion. I don't run. I stay because she's my mother and she needs me.