When will you be gone already?” — whispered my daughter-in-law by my hospital bed, not knowing I could hear everything and the recorder was still running.
“When will you be gone?” whispered my daughter-in-law. Her breath was warm and smelled of cheap coffee. She thought I was unconscious, just a body stuffed with medicines. But I was not asleep. I lay under a thin, hospital-issue blanket, and every nerve in my body had turned into a taut string. Under my palm, … Read more