I Went To The Hospital For My Son Until A Nurse Told Me To Check The Camera

to me by a woman I did not know and have not spoken to since, is the thing I think about most when I think about that night. It was not a dramatic intervention. It was a folded Post-it and a room number and the instruction to show up at 2:55. It was confidence that the parent in the room would, when given accurate information, act on it correctly.

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