The Third Jane
Because they don't let children in the ICU, I colored in the waiting room while he told my mother, "She won't remember me."
Because they don't let children in the ICU, I colored in the waiting room while he told my mother, "She won't remember me."
My sister completely skipped her birthday to die the next day on mine.
I watched her tiny tummy sucking in, her skin pulling tight against her ribs, her hand involuntarily closing on my index finger as she struggled for every breath, and I thought, "One day, is one day too much to ask?"
I know you squeezed my hand back when you were in that coma.