The taxi that’s taking me to the hospital isn’t moving fast enough to my taste, and it is no wonder that when I arrive, I am totally freaking out on the inside.
The receptionist tells me the floor and room number, and as I head there, my anxiety skyrockets with every step I take forward. I have to remind myself that I must not run, that it’s a hospital, but needless to say that I fast-walk there.
I do not know how I managed to reach the room with my sanity intact, with all the scenarios that keep roaming my mind, giving me a headache.
I knock on the door, out of politeness, and enter without waiting for the permission to enter.
The distress in my mom’s eyes is the first detail that caught my attention upon entering the hospital room in which my dad laid. And then, my gaze fell on m
