Today Jim asked me to go by the hospital to pick up something, I cringed.
You would probably think that I hate hospitals for the obvious reasons; they are filled with sick and dying people, and they are filthy, contrary to what some may believe,
But that's not it at all, you see, I grew up in a hospital. Mom was a nurse that worked 12 plus hour shifts, and I rarely got to see her, except at the hospital,
As a teen, we actually ate breakfast at the hospital on our way to school in the morning. That way we could at least have a meal with her.
I miss my mom, and dad.
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