DORIS
We were at the Cheesecake Factory having dessert when Mia put her hand on her chest and seemed to have trouble breathing.
"What’s wrong?" I asked her.
Mia's eyelids drooped a little, and she looked woozy.
"I don’t know, Mommy."
Arthur didn’t take any chances. We rushed her to the hospital.
Sitting in the waiting room was agony. Arthur’s face was tortured. I held his hand and grabbed it tightly while we waited for news.
When they rushed Mia to the emergency room, they told us she was having an irregular heartbeat. That had been an hour and a half ago, and we still hadn’t heard anything new.
Finally, an older doctor, a white man with thinning gray hair and large glasses, came up to us.
"You’re Mia’s parents?"
"We are," said Arthur.
"We’ve had to put in a pacemaker to r
