Dull gray walls reflected the doom in the waiting area where Jackie sat poised to hear the results of her daughter’s surgery. She shoved tear-stained tissues into her pocket as she silently beseeched God to transfer the illness to her. She would give anything to switch places with her sick child.
She glanced up at her young son-in-law pacing the floor and nodded to him that she would honor their nearly impossible pact. All the crying would be done here and now, and when her daughter was brought back to her hospital room, she would be strong. They both would.
She glanced up at her young son-in-law pacing the floor and nodded to him that she would honor their nearly impossible pact. All the crying would be done here and now, and when her daughter was brought back to her hospital room, she would be strong. They both would.
