Natalie Jackson,
Arriving at the hospital where my family and I were registered, Franklin parked his car in the hospital parking lot, and we got out.
We made our way into the hospital. The nurses in white uniforms welcomed us; they were already familiar with us.
"Who are you here to see?" one of the nurses asked, while the other attended to other patients.
It was already afternoon, around 1 p.m., when Franklin and I arrived, and I gave the nurse Amelia's ward number.
"She's my sister. So we're here to see her," I told the female nurse, and she responded, "Alright. You can go there now, but note that visiting time will soon be over."
"Thank you," we replied. Franklin and I went to the second floor where Amelia was admitted.
As we got there, Amelia's mother was in the room. Her eyes w
