After a few days spent in a hospital room, there comes the "low" to be home. Now I feel the heat of summer. They lost track of the season with air conditioning. I was distracted making a crocheted dress a teddy bear that had sewn my daughter in the hospital classroom.
My daughter roommate had a very nice boy of sixteen. He loved to play soccer. His mother kept him company. I walked at night, returning at dawn, and she was still with him. One night I saw it with his brothers in the square enclosure. The next morning they took him to make an award. Hours after her mother came crying, I approached her and told me that his heart was not responding. She said she was a healthy child, but a virus that made him immune to her heart and destroyed it in forty days. Was transplanted and now after a year and a half had experienced transplant rejection and was in ICU saw his mother pick up the luggage room name Hope. The sweet taste of juice, cookies, became a bitter silence. I felt his side lost without knowing what to say.
When I go to my daughter's examinations, trying to find. In the waiting room she is, waiting to give you news of your toddler and let him watch a short time.
I returned home with my daughter. Home Sweet Home!.
And here I am, playing "solo", drowning out a time that I beat.
I have just broke a bottle of cologne from someone very precious to me gave it away. I picked up the glass and the smell permeates the room. Sleep tonight with that aroma and tomorrow I build the courage to conquer my self.
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