Snow Day
Grace is familiar with winter. She’s made Christmas cookies, she’s been aware of the new years, (Reginald never had the family celebrate New Years) and she’s made sure the children were warm every year up until they left. She’s been going out more and more, getting used to the different types of weather. Snow is her favorite. She hasn’t seen blizzards or anything like that, but she likes watching it fall slowly.
She’s getting ready to go on a walk. She wants to watch the snow fall. She has to make breakfast first, though. Diego is still home for some reason. It’s a surprise, but definitely a welcome one. He comes trudging into the kitchen at 7:43 am. Grace looks over, “Good morning, darling.” she smiles at him lovingly, “Why aren’t you at work?” Diego sits at the breakfast nook, “I can’t get out of the driveway.” This confuses Grace. Is Diego okay? Does he need help? Her smile falters, “Why ever not?” Diego runs a hand through his hair, “It snowed a lot last night.” This response didn’t clear anything up. Grace goes on frequent walks while it’s snowing. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.” Diego chuckles softly, “The snow’s up to my knees out there. I can’t get out.” Grace nods slowly, filing that information away. “It might be like this for the next couple days,” Diego continues. At least Grace will have something to do.
Diego doesn’t like sitting idly. He heads down to the workout room after breakfast, but there’s only so much he can do. He pulls a muscle in his shoulder so that eliminates the possibility of him working out. He sighs and goes back to Grace, “Mom?” She’s dusting, “Yes, dear?” She flashes him a smile, “Do you know where we keep Advil or something similar?” Diego used to know, but he hasn’t needed it in a while. He forgot about a month ago.
Grace is alarmed, “Are you injured?” She runs through the possible injuries he could’ve sustained while working out. “I just pulled a muscle is all.” He reassures. She rushes him to the infirmary and gives him an ice pack and some painkillers. “You must be more careful, Diego.” She gently scolds him. “Sorry, Mom…” he looks down, “Do you know what time it is by any chance?” Grace smiles, “Always, dear. It’s 9:49.” Grace knows her children. Diego should be getting hungry soon. “Why don’t I make you something to eat. You can eat and get some rest, you’ll be right as rain in no time.” Diego smiles, “That’d be great, mom.”