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

the particular quietness of having built something that now existed entirely beyond your own involvement in it, something that simply was, that simply served, that needed nothing further from you.

Jennifer appeared around the corner on her way somewhere and stopped when she saw me.

“How’s the follow-up going?”

“Just waiting,” I said. “Good, overall.”

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