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Disposable Generation<br />
by Jessica Manjarrez<br />
Everyday, for one year, I watch the leaves slowly<br />
change to reveal the seasons. My job as the carrier of medicine<br />
never varies until I am assigned the nursing home.<br />
After class I quickly slip into one of my four brightly<br />
colored uniforms and drive the short three blocks to work.<br />
I saunter into the little shop whose shelves are lined with<br />
pills that promise to cure your disease. <strong>The</strong> array of pill<br />
bottles reach from the ceiling to the floor and span the<br />
entire building. <strong>The</strong> smell of leftover garlic pizza crust<br />
and musty air fill my nose. My three female co-workers<br />
greet me with enthusiasm and are happy to fill me in on<br />
all the ornery customers. Hesitantly, I close the conversation,<br />
knowing in the back of my mind where I have to go.<br />
My brown Converse sneakers feel as though they are filled<br />
with cement as I drag my feet out of the store with apprehension;<br />
the nursing home awaits my arrival.<br />
<strong>The</strong> ominous brick structure is situated behind<br />
the main hospital buildings. It is tucked away like a dirty<br />
secret. A few sparse shrubs are placed systematically to<br />
make it seem as if life flourishes in this desolate place. An<br />
illusion to the unsuspecting. I am wise to their trickery.<br />
I know this place is a death sentence and the staff is the<br />
executioner. <strong>The</strong>y over diagnose and misdiagnosis in order<br />
to pump their naive patient’s guts full of concoctions. Otherwise<br />
the patients would realize the truth of their situation.<br />
Death is always looming.<br />
4628 is the security code that allows me access into<br />
the building. My fingers are so attuned to this sequence<br />
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