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With Spring
Three people? More like two. Two visitors to the hospital, and one visitor to reality. Hah! Reality is harsher than can be imagined. The girl views her grandfathers haggard face as if from afar, not realizing the extent of the way she causes him grief. Her mother, like a pure flower, has new lines etched upon her face and an unfamiliar darkness spreading round her once blue eyes. The girl remembers...
Her father had once said she had her mothers eyes. Not now, no, not anymore. "Not anymore."
"What, darling?" The girls mother brightens. It has been twenty minutes of the half an hour regulated for visiting already and her daughter had not spoken a word. The woman tugs on her jacket sleeve and straightens the hem of her dress. She always wanted to look nice when she was at the hospital. Her daughter had used to be interested in clothes. Not anymore, of course. Who would expect her to, after everything the poor girl went through?
The girl glances at her grandfather. It is the first time he had come to see her here, after two months. He looks older. She saddens inside. When had his skin sagged so? Why is his hair more white than grey now?
"Darling, baby, what did you say?" Her mother is oblivious to her sadness.
She looks at her grandfather.
"Is there something wrong?"
He looks back.
She averts her eyes to the left and sees a bright nurse in a crisp blue and white uniform scuttling along the pale hallway. The nurse stops, smiles, and speaks in low tones with her mother. Her mother nods, only once.
"Baby," there is a bleak sadness in her voice, "we have to go now. Your granddaddy and I will be back next Wednesday, though, OK?"
The girl searches the hall for distractions.
"Maybe we can take you home by springtime, if you're better, OK?" The girl looks up. It is the first time her grandfather has spoken. She nods and looks away. She does not see what is left of her family leave the hospital. She does not want to look at her mournful mother and aging grandfather.
"Have fun," she mutters more to herself than their backs. She wanders back to her room to look out the locked window, to see if spring has come yet.
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