Beyond The Finish Line

10(New Life...)

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I am sitting here in the kitchen , watching her move gracefully as if she's familiar with this place , though I know she isn't

My eyes follow her every step in silence ... Her blonde hair sways gently with each movement , falling softly on her shoulders when she leans over to look for something in one of the drawers

Her clothes are simple , just soft fabric pants and a simple white shirt—nothing particularly eye-catching .... Yet, there’s something about her presence that draws me in

I saw her open the top cabinet , tilting her head slightly as if deep in thought .... She scanned the shelves, quietly muttering to herself, completely unaware of my gaze

She’s searching for something , maybe a pan or another kitchen item, I’m not sure ... But she keeps looking , calm and unhurried, showing no signs of frustration or anxiety ... Even as she mumbles under her breath, there’s a determination I can’t ignore

As she busies herself with making breakfast , my mind drifts back to this morning ...

I woke up expecting the usual nurse , as always .... But instead, it was her who showed up , I was surprised , shocked, even when I realized it was her and not the usual nurse

This blonde woman ... I’m not certain of her name , but I think I heard someone at the hospital call her “Linda” She used to visit me often

Maybe she’s a doctor , or a nurse, or just an assistant ... I don’t really know much about her , But what stood out to me was that she never gave up , even when I tried to push her away

She wasn’t like the others .. She didn’t just do the bare minimum or ignore what I needed , When she helped me into my wheelchair, her movements were full of care, like she knew exactly what she was doing

The situation in the bathroom was awkward of course , but she didn’t hesitate ... She just got on with it and never pretended to pity me for my condition

She was quiet and efficient , as if she’d handled situations like this many times before ... I didn’t need to ask for anything , she already knew what to do

And now, here is she making breakfast  , I watch as she flips the pancakes with care , keeping an eye on the heat , making sure they turn the perfect golden brown

I hear her quietly muttering to herself again ... Maybe she’s a little nervous, but it doesn’t show on her face

I can’t help but wonder, why is she here? Why does she care so much?

I have a feeling she’s not going anywhere anytime soon ...

A few minutes later , Linda placed two plates of pancakes topped with some fruit , alongside a glass of juice and coffee , on the table in front of me

The pancakes looked perfectly arranged, but I didn’t really have much of an appetite ... I glanced at her then at the food , we began eating in silence

The moment was so quiet that I could hear the sound of the fork hitting the plate now and then ..

Suddenly, Linda cleared her throat softly , I raised my eyes slowly toward her , wondering what she was about to say