10.11.17
Shiny tiled floors that are all too familiar. The spacious elevator. The rooms, both vacant and occupied, are sending me bad vibes. I thought we were through with this, but apparently not. I suppose we never will be, that hospitals are a part of life and a fear I'm going to have to get over eventually.
But today just isn't that day.
Suddenly I am thirteen years old walking down this hallway, confused and scared and knowing who I am going to see.
What I do not know is that a year later she'll be gone and I assume the frequent hospital trips will be over.
Right now I am eighteen and they are not over and the fear is still all too real.
But today just isn't that day.
Suddenly I am thirteen years old walking down this hallway, confused and scared and knowing who I am going to see.
What I do not know is that a year later she'll be gone and I assume the frequent hospital trips will be over.
Right now I am eighteen and they are not over and the fear is still all too real.
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