Two Tiny Punctures in My Son’s Hospital Cup Led to a Timeline My Husband Couldn’t Explain
Patricia gave me the contact numbers and asked me to explain the important instructions back to her so she knew I understood.
I did.
“Keep the records available,” she said.
“But you don’t have to solve every question today.”
Noah sat with a breakfast tray while we finished.
The eggs were pushed into a separate pile.
“They taste like yellow paper.”
I laughed.