Bruce
After the first night in the hospital, waiting on the doctors, waiting on something, like the others waiting in general, I felt as though my mind had corroded into a mess. The only thing clearly keeping me together was my daughter. She, and of course, Michelle, would occasionally hold my hand, squeezing it slightly. Eventually, the night came.
Michelle grabbed onto Esmeralda's hand. We pulled her onto our shoulder, carrying her easily.
"We’ll be back tomorrow," she said. "Are you going to be okay?"
My eyebrows took on a strained shape as her face contorted in worry.
"If I say no, are you going to kiss me?" I c****d my head to one side, placing a hand on Esmeralda's back.
She shook her head. "It's not funny. It’s not funny, but I understand what you’re going through. You don't
