I watched as my wife stood at the balcony of my hospital room, talking the phone for the past 10 minutes. Not once since the phone call begin did she bother to ask if my pillow was too high or if I was feeling hungry, like Anastasia did before.
I almost hated Lisa for disrupting Anastasia and my selves little moment, all I wanted to do was just look into Anastasia’s beautiful eyes for just a moment longer or simply just hear her voice.
I could see that my seizure scared the living daylights out of her but she was trying to hide it. The bags under her eyes showed that she didn’t sleep for quite sometime and the swollenness of her eyes balls indicated that she had been crying for quite some time.
My wife on the under hand looked younger, her face pilled with makeup and not even a look of
