my best life 07.03.17.245A
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I waited about an hour, slowly sipping <strong>my</strong> juice cup and<br />
finishing the soggy bran left from the raisin cereal in <strong>my</strong><br />
Styrofoam bowl. I looked at the clock, and it said 8:50.<br />
10 more minutes.<br />
I cleaned off <strong>my</strong> tray and headed to the nurse’s station to<br />
pick up <strong>my</strong> discharge papers. When I arrived, I saw<br />
Loretta sitting at the computer through the glass<br />
partition.<br />
Glancing up, she saw me standing there wearing a<br />
crooked smile knowing our last encounter left me<br />
speechless. Tight lipped, she got up from her chair,<br />
picked up a yellow envelope and walked into the hall<br />
through a side door.<br />
Walking up to me slowly with an intense look on her face,<br />
<strong>my</strong> smile quickly faded as I flattened <strong>my</strong> lips and tucked<br />
in <strong>my</strong> chin, preparing for what I thought was going to be<br />
a good tongue lashing for <strong>my</strong> rudeness the first day.<br />
Standing right in front of me she whispered, “Do you have<br />
everything, Mr. Thompson?” her lips began to slowly<br />
bend upward as if she was holding back her laughter. I<br />
immediately picked up her vibe of forgiveness and we<br />
simultaneously laughed and hugged each other.<br />
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