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

on Tuesdays,” she said. “A volunteer reading program on Thursday afternoons. The kids call it the yellow room because of the light.” She smiled. “They love the yellow room.”

I thought about that on the drive home. The yellow room. Children calling a space by the quality of its light, by what it felt like to be inside it, by nothing more complicated continue reading …