HAROLD
I was in the family waiting area, anxiously expecting news from my two girls as I walked back and forth, praying that they both came out of surgery fine. When I finally sat in the chair, moving my leg up and down, Frank came out.
I quickly stood up and walked to him, not wanting to wait another minute for him to tell me what was the result of the surgery.
“How are my daughters, Frank?” I was afraid of what the answer might be.
“They’re both doing fine, and they will recover. Madison will take a little longer to recover since her immune system was a little weak, but she’ll be okay,” he replied, giving me some relief. He patted my shoulder, trying to reassure me with a smile on his face. It was scary for me, just thinking I could lose both of them.
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