“Dear Grace,
Mom didn’t get out of bed all day. She pretended she did, but I can tell. She was in her nightie when I got home, and her hair was smushed on one side and she smelled sour, like sweaty running shoes. That means she will want to stay up all night, and she’ll make me watch TV with her and I’ll be tired again at school tomorrow. She just called me to bring her a cup of coffee. “You got a broken leg?” I yelled back. But I better go.
I’ll write some more later. Your best friend, Hope”