Nurse Elena turned her head at the sound of hard shoe soles clicking on the floor.

She tapped her black pen against the wooden frame of her clipboard.

“Visiting hours for extended family closed at eight,” Nurse Elena said, keeping her voice quiet and professional.

“Only mothers and fathers are allowed past these doors overnight.”

My mother let out another heavy sigh before she answered.

“I’m the grandmother,” she said, pointing at the yellow badge pinned to her coat.

“I’m here because our family needs to deliver a very substantial medical supply donation directly to the unit.”