It 's June 22nd, just after ten thirty at night. I sit at the dining room table waiting for a phone call. Six hours ago, my daddy went to the hospital to have a few tests done. My mama went with him, and they have yet to return. Outside, the frogs strike up an unnerving tune. Earlier, a strong thunderstorm rolled through, drenching everything and lighting up the sky in flashes. As the frogs reach a crescendo in their song, a pair of headlights enters the driveway, catching the drops of moisture on the windows, making the plants outside look like they are made of jewels. The backdoor opens and my daddy enters. He doesn 't say much, only smiles slightly. As soon as my mama enters though, I know something is wrong. When my daddy is out of earshot,
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Time passes in strange lurches in a hospital. At first it is slow, the only clue that its passing at all is when the nurse comes in to check his vitals. At other times, it goes by in a blur. One glance at the clock and it 's time to leave. Outside in the halls, doctors and nurses hustle back and forth. The hospital is a busy bee hive, but my daddy is oblivious to the commotion. He stares out the windows, lips moving soundlessly. He 's not speaking, just working through this not unlike the way he would with his computer. He 's quiet anyways, and the news of his recent diagnoses of cancer pushes him into further solitude. As I look at him, I wonder how someone who appeared so healthy, has shriveled up in such a short time. His hospital gown clings to his slim frame as he holds to his beeping IV machine. He watches the cranes silently. Pondering, I …show more content…
The chair makes me feel like Goldilocks when she stumbled into the bears ' house. I watch the cranes, it 's the only thing to do. I came here to be by myself, to organize my thoughts. It 's not long until my phone buzzes. Everybody wants an update, so I rehash the latest news. I 'm happy that people care for my family, but at times I feel so awkward when faced with their condolences. I watch the cranes for awhile longer, but I 'm lost in my thoughts. I don 't understand how the future changed so radically. I want to sleep, but instead of closing my eyes I make the trek back to the
Time passes in strange lurches in a hospital. At first it is slow, the only clue that its passing at all is when the nurse comes in to check his vitals. At other times, it goes by in a blur. One glance at the clock and it 's time to leave. Outside in the halls, doctors and nurses hustle back and forth. The hospital is a busy bee hive, but my daddy is oblivious to the commotion. He stares out the windows, lips moving soundlessly. He 's not speaking, just working through this not unlike the way he would with his computer. He 's quiet anyways, and the news of his recent diagnoses of cancer pushes him into further solitude. As I look at him, I wonder how someone who appeared so healthy, has shriveled up in such a short time. His hospital gown clings to his slim frame as he holds to his beeping IV machine. He watches the cranes silently. Pondering, I …show more content…
The chair makes me feel like Goldilocks when she stumbled into the bears ' house. I watch the cranes, it 's the only thing to do. I came here to be by myself, to organize my thoughts. It 's not long until my phone buzzes. Everybody wants an update, so I rehash the latest news. I 'm happy that people care for my family, but at times I feel so awkward when faced with their condolences. I watch the cranes for awhile longer, but I 'm lost in my thoughts. I don 't understand how the future changed so radically. I want to sleep, but instead of closing my eyes I make the trek back to the