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The hospital smelled of sterilized death. The lobby made no effort to try and comfort or welcome. Perhaps the feeling of a temporary stay was intended. Still, it was all too unfamiliar, and I could imagine her being wheeled into the cold, stone-floored lobby, wanting to etreat. The nurse squinted at my father, brother and me, skeptical of our relations to my mother. My red hair and strikingly similar facial features should have given it away, and my anxiety was building to the point where my balled-up fists were...
The flashes of light that usually prevented total darkness behind my eyelids formed into figures, and I was sure I was dreaming. Familiar faces began to spring from the purples and reds as my breathing slowed and my mind tried to let go of consciousness. Memories long since touched came shouting at me, wagging a finger in my direction, scolding me for running away from them. “You’ll never forget us,” they seemed to say as conversations wrought with intensity, betrayal, and heartbreak filled my mind’s ear. The fan...