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On the first day I sat I stared at my hands I silently prayed Please...get better. After a week Things only got worse Family began to show up Some from far away. I didn't know how to act Seemed like a reunion People greeted me saying "Oh honey,  it's been too long!" I wanted to scream I wanted them to understand My dad was dying! But, I knew he wouldn't like it. My dad would say "Show some respect mija" He'd want me to say hi He'd expect me to greet my elders. So I did.  Every time.   Every newly arrived relative I faked a smile Then sat and silently prayed
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Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC
Stories of The ICU Waiting Room p1
On the first day I sat I stared at my hands I silently prayed Please...get better. After a week Things only got worse Family began to show up Some from far away. I didn't know how to act Seemed like a reunion People greeted me saying "Oh honey,  it's been too long!" I wanted to scream I wanted them to understand My dad was dying! But, I knew he wouldn't like it. My dad would say "Show some respect mija" He'd want me to say hi He'd expect me to greet my elders. So I did.  Every time.   Every newly arrived relative I faked a smile Then sat and silently prayed
mija is a Spanish word for my daughter, however any one older than you can and often will use it.
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Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC
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