Now it wasn’t the thing that I would have said would have worked, but it did. Who would’ve thought that an intervention would be the thing to get Mom into rehab? Not me. I thought she’d never get back on track. She had been so messed up for so long that it just seemed impossible for her to straighten out. She did straighten out though. It was crazy. We held the intervention at the house and made it as comfortable as we could. Everybody was there. My aunts, my cousin, my brother, my sister, and even Pops came by. We all sat there waiting for Mom to get home, each with our own stupid look on our faces. When she finally got home. We all just froze. No one said anything for a minute. It was like she knew that it was an intervention before we even started and somehow she seemed cool with it. We all talked and cried. Then, when we were finished we all cried again. It was a shock to all of us, but Mom actually agreed to go to drug rehab. It was crazy how well it worked, but at least it did. I haven’t seen Mom be Mom in years and it’s a great feeling.