Insulted

This Sunday morning before church I was working on a musical arrangement I needed to finish for the youth choir.  I was softly singing along, and got to the end where the sopranos have a big finish going up pretty high. As soon as I finished Olivia called from across the room, "Momma, are you okay?" (She sounded genuinely concerned.)

"Yes," I replied.  "Why do you ask?"

"Well, you sounded like you were dying or something."

I'm insulted.