Childhood A young girl washes a pile of dishes. Her straight, little back does not bend from the burden of panic. She looks out the window into the night worrying, “What will happen to us? What am I going to do?”
Too Late Anger emanates from every pore as she thinks, “This is the last time I’ll ever have to do this. It will be over soon and I’ll never have to think of it again.” The doctor speaks to her, telling her she’s going to the OR but she’ll be just fine. Fury shoots from her eyes because, once again, she is alone to take care of things.