Journey stood in front of the mirror, running her hands over her yellow sundress. No matter how hard she tried to get the wrinkles out, they kept reappearing. She gave up and began to fidget with her hair.
“You look beautiful.” Bruce stood and watched his wife from the doorway as she combed her hair once more.
“It’s just been such along time, I want to look nice.”
“I know honey.” He walked over to her and she fell into his arms, trying to hold back the tears that were fighting to be free like water from a dam. “But you know just as well as I do, that this is a routine surgery. I am sure everything will be fine.
“There is nothing routine about losing the function of your kidneys. And the fact that I haven’t seen my father in seven years doesn’t make this any easier.” She…
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