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

bed. They held my hand briefly when they came in and asked simple questions: did I recognize them, did I know where I was, did I need anything. Their expressions were appropriate, calibrated toward concern. They had, by the time I opened my eyes, reassembled the performance of devoted children, and they wore it with the ease of people who have had continue reading …