The Waiting Room

When you get a doctor’s appointment that results in this kind of bracelet,
and those kind of blood tests –

Your deported husband should be by your side in the waiting room, holding your hand through it all.

For every single person who disagrees with me –
Come and find me in the waiting room.

I dare you.

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4 thoughts on “The Waiting Room

  1. M'dear, this is terribly scary! I hope you're alright, and you're damn right: R should BE there to hold your hand and fuss over you!!! I'm so sorry he's not. No doubt he wishes he were. Drop me a line if you need to talk, k? HUGE hugs to you!

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