Two Tiny Punctures in My Son’s Hospital Cup Led to a Timeline My Husband Couldn’t Explain
He was allowed to have a thought he didn’t yet want to explain.
After a minute, he pulled a folded school worksheet from the counter.
“I have to finish this.”
“We can work on it tomorrow.”
He nodded.
I put the discharge packet with the household papers, separate from the copy of my notebook.
The questions would continue.
Dinner did not have to wait until every one was answered.