No More Tears
I hold back the tears as I watch his crippled 8 yr. old body be pushed into the operating
room for how many times now, his small hand waving at me, a look of fear partially covered
with a faint smile. His life uncertain, his destiny out of my control, but the touch of
his hand as they wheel him in to but another surgery gives me hope, hope that this time
will be the last and he'll come out whole and happy for the first time in his young years,
please No More Tears...
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