The Photograph of a Newborn in a Yellow Knitted Hat
It was a heavy print, the kind you got developed at a drugstore ten years ago.
I leaned forward.
I stared at the picture.
It was me.
I was sitting in a standard hospital wheelchair on the concrete sidewalk outside the double emergency doors of the county medical center.
My hair was matted to my forehead with dried sweat.
I was wearing a faded hospital gown and a gray zip-up sweater.
I looked exhausted, pale, and completely hollowed out.