not.
The first time I entered the pediatric ward beside him, the smell nearly took me down. Disinfectant. Plastic tubing. Hospital soap. The faint sweetness of children’s shampoo. I had to sit in a hallway chair and breathe into my hands. A nurse named Anita sat beside me.
“You don’t have to be strong here,” she said. That made me cry harder.
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