Another Story

Chapter 2

2009

We got to the hospital, expecting nothing less than the worst.

My dad looked as if he was in a major rush, but also trying to calm himself down. He held a very confusing expression on his face.

"Hello, ma'am, I'm here to see Jean Muller, please." He said out in a firm, clear voice for the lady at the front desk.

"Yes, sir." She quickly replied. She skimmed through some files, and pulled one out.

"Are you her husband?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Right this way, sir.." then she hesitated to say "your kids may not come in to the room. They are too young, sir. They may stay out in the waiting area, and someone will be appointed to watch over them for the amount of time you spend in the room with Mrs. Muller."

"Yes, ma'am.. kids, can y'all stay here? I will be right back, okay? I won't even take that long." I wanted to speak up and say something, but at that point, I knew that I had no choice in what was going on.

He followed the lady into a pair of white double doors.

A much shorter lady, who looked a bit sick of her job, came out from behind the desk. She started walking towards us, while at the same time, slowly drawing the corners of her lips up in a slight smile. She was sort of pretty. Not the kind of pretty you would call an angel, but she was an older lady, that was pretty for her age.

"Hi, kids! What are your names?" She chirped.

"My name is Jane, and this is my little brother, Don."

"Well, hello there, Jane and Don! Would you like for me to get you anything while you wait? We have some waters or some chips.?"

"Ooh! I want some chips! What kind do you have?" My little brother bursted out.

She showed us to her little personal stash, and we each picked out a bag of chips, and a water.

We sat in the waiting room for the remainder of the time. We played with some playing cards that the older lady had brought to us. She told us a couple of short stories about her daughter, and we watched some cartoons on the television set. We thought it was so cool that she allowed us to change the channel on our own.

30 minutes passed like nothing, and my dad finally came back out of the doors. We sat up and ran over towards him.

"Is everything okay with Mommy?!" "How was she?!" "I wanna see her too!" We both bombarded him with questions.

He told us that she would be fine, and that she would get to come home with us in just a couple of days. I remember being so happy about hearing that. I couldn't imagine my life without my mom.

"Let's go home and get some rest. It's almost time to head to bed." He said. And, with that, we were off to the house.

I was so happy. I couldn't think of anything else, aside from wanting my mom to get better. And, as a 12 year old, that's a lot to think about.

Author's Note:
Thank you for reading this!