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ROMAN
Making the most out of the crutches, I moved about in my hospital room, waiting for breakfast to be served. A light knock at my door told me that my breakfast was here. “Come in.” Instead of going back to bed to eat, I went to sit in the chair. “I’ll take it over here today.”
The woman placed the tray on the small table beside me. “Enjoy.”
“Thank you.” I looked at the fresh fruit mixture and actually thought it looked good. “Have a great day.”
She smiled. “You too.”
Not bothering with the fork that came along with the meal, I grabbed a strawberry and bit right into it. “Yum, juicy.” It was sort of miraculous, but eating all that fresh fruit had turned me into a fan. Sure, the boys back on the ranch were probably going to make fun of me for eating healthy foods, but they coul
