My Children Came Back to the Hospital Pretending to Care but My Bed Was Already Empty

wait and count the seconds between the thing they dread and the thing they are hoping for. She was holding my hand when my fingers moved, and she told the nurse before I had even opened my eyes.

I remember very little of the first day. Light, voices, the particular antiseptic smell of a hospital room that tells you before anything else does where you continue reading …