In The Hospital, My Parents Called My Daughter’s Surgery “Nothing Serious”

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Lily folded into herself and sobbed into her pillow. I climbed onto the edge of the bed and wrapped her up as best I could around the IV lines and the soreness.

She clung to me. “Why do they hate me?”

“They don’t get to decide your worth,” I said, pressing my lips to her hair. “They are wrong. They are wrong. They are wrong.”

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