Killing Me Softly

A woman in a wheelchair is in the foyer with her new baby in her arms. A nurse is standing next to her with a cart full of flowers and balloons. I watch from the teak bench I decided to sit on, as the new father cradles his newborn in his arms. The nurse and him together were making sure everything was nice and tight to keep the baby secure. He takes the plants and fills up the front seat with them. As he takes his wife’s hand into his, they pass a look to one another. That look of love. They are most indubitably in love. My heart swells with compassion and hope as I watch them drive away.