Jan 30, 2024

I wait.

Used to wait. My turn to take a seat...Wait. like used to wait for her, simply to see her enter the room.

Like used to wait for release of a piece of music by artist expectantly wanted to hear.

Like waiting to get the cane at school.

Except this wait is in deep prayer, hoping my son will undergo surgery and survive.

So in powerlessness...I wait.

 

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