A nurse, with a kind smile on her face, gently pushed open the door to my grandmother's hospital room. She entered, carrying an extra chair that she placed next to the bed. "Here you go, Shane and Sierra. You can have a seat while you visit" she said, her voice filled with warmth and compassion. Thankful for the gesture, we both settled into the chairs, ready to spend time with my beloved Gram.
As the nurse left the room, Gram, still recovering from the attack, turned her attention toward us. Her eyes, full of wisdom and love, met ours with a curious glint. "Hey Sierra," she began, her voice surprisingly steady considering the circumstances. "The doctor just told me some exciting news. Tomorrow, I'll finally be able to go home."
Relief washed over me as I realized how much it meant for G
