Sick Son
Visiting time was over it was time to say goodbye, i had to turn my head so my son
wouldn't see me cry. It broke my heart to leave him there, looking so little and alone as i
turned and walked away that night I heard my son moan,in anger and despair i ran to my
son's room and asked what was going on, they said ma'am you need to leave the room we
need to operate then and there i thought to my self had god decided my son's fate?
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