How can a place hold so many emotions?
There is a mother worrying to death for her child. A 5-year-old girl has the saddest look on her face. Her orange dress and the yellow flowers on it aren’t enough to make her look happier.
On the next chair is a woman with her 15 years old daughter. They seem fine but worry sits on their face. As they walk out I hear whispers of pregnancy.
The director yells next and a guy stands up with a blatantly broken arm. His face oozes with pain
An old man sitting in a corner. He is so quiet that I think he might be dead. He seems way too tired and too old. Fragile.
By the door, there is a pregnant woman that looks so miserable. I have no idea what is going on with her but I hope the best.
Looking at all these people I am so glad I am just here for pollen and dust allergies. A little visit to the hospital can show you how lucky you are.