My Family Ignored Me In The Hospital Until My Mother Saw My Name On The Pediatric Wing

and asked, with her customary professional calm, whether I was all right.

“I think so,” I said.

“She stayed for about forty minutes,” Jennifer said. “She walked through the wing before she left. I saw her stop at one of the playrooms.” A pause. “She sat down in one of the chairs in there for a while. Just sat.”

I looked at the ceiling.

“Good,” I said.

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