She’s the meanest,” my dad informs me. For my father, who rarely expresses an unkind word about anyone, this is a pretty big statement. I go against instinct fighting the urge to dislike her. I smile each time I pass her. It works! By the third smile, she comes over. We chat, quite pleasantly in fact. I hope that this will translate into a better attitude, not only towards my father, but for all other patients.
Ms. B is the other source of a rare smile in this place--crinkled eyes included. Today she is beaming, even more than usual. She is going home after 5 months of rehab. I am so happy for her but will miss her.
My brother and his kids arrive for a whirlwind visit. The presence of grandkids and another few muscles for furniture shuffling is welcome.
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