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The Call I Never Thought I’d Have to Make
The hospital waiting room smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee when I finally sank into a chair. My heart was still pounding from the rush of the ambulance ride—the sirens seemed to echo in my ears long after they had faded.
My hands trembled as I pulled out my phone and dialed Lina, her daughter.
She had always said the same thing whenever her mother’s health came up:
“Just let me know when it’s over.”
