Quick on the heels of my Triumphant Toffee , came a rather more sobering event. I caught the first real glimpse of my parents' age. The worst part is that I had no idea it was coming. My sister, Norris , Mason, and I went to bed around midnight, because like good grown up children, we still play Santa with my parents. We wear matching pajama sets that we get on Christmas Eve, and we go to bed early so that "Santa" can stuff our stockings and prepare the gifts. So this night we tucked ourselves all snug in our beds, and I had been asleep for maybe an hour and a half when my dad burst into the room I was sharing with Brett, yelling, "Katie, Brett, wake up now. The ambulance is coming for your mom." Out of all the reasons for being awakened only 1/8 of the way into my sleep cycle I could have imagined, this was probably the very last on my list. I leaped out of bed, and on the way downstairs Dad told me that Mom had been having chest pains, and that she had collaps...
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