It’s a reminder of the last day of my mom’s freedom.
It’s not about flowers, jewelry, or romantic dinners for me. It’s about her suffering.
I brought her to the emergency room on Valentine’s day, and she never left the hospital.
My mom didn’t have to sit in the waiting room with the head bleeders and drunks. No, she was rushed right into a room.
The triage nurse could see that she was not…
