Urso
We arrived at the doctor's office and soon the three of them began detailing all of Sophia's post-operative period. I tried to follow along, tried to pay attention, but there was so much information, so many technical details, that it felt like my head was going to explode. What hurt me the most was knowing that, despite the surgery being a success, what was done was a palliative measure. They believed in the procedure and hoped she wouldn't need a heart transplant in the future... But they didn't rule out that possibility. Those words echoed in my head with a weight that no weapon, no reprimand, no problem from the streets ever had. Transplant. Heart. My daughter.
Even with the relief I already felt knowing she was okay now, it was impossible not to think about tomorrow. But I ne
