When Elisa walks into the bedroom, she finds her mother sitting in front of the mirror, calmly braiding her hair as if she has all the time in the world.

“Mom, for the love of God! We need to get to the hospital right now!” she says, nearly snatching the brush from her hand.

“I’m coming, sweetheart...” Denise replies calmly, pulling another section of hair into the braid. “Just let me finish this.”

“My God, how can you be so calm at a time like this?” Elisa asks, practically bouncing with anxie