* * * Hope’s POV * * *
“Hope,” I hear while a wrinkled hand gently shakes me awake.
“Mmmm’Kay,” I mumble, feeling groggy. My head feels heavy as I lift it. Parent Kimberley is gazing down at me with a concerned look on her face.
“I have to take you to the doctor for the retraction,” she says with a sad smile on her face. Her tone is apologetic.
Her sadness comforts me.
Her face comforts me.
The compassion for the situation I’m in purely because I was born.
I’ve hardly slept. I felt so energised last night that I simply couldn’t sleep. The darkness of the night seemed to go on forever as I watched it linger from my couch. I must have snoozed at some point, and my body aches in protest because I didn’t get into bed.
“Come on, dear. Let’s get you ready,” parent Kimberley says softl
