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  • Bells. Warning bells. Something's not right.

    "Oh no...."

    It escapes my lips as I hear what falls from hers.

    "My father passed away from cancer."

    I look straight into her eyes, my friend, my supportive pillar, and speak. It's important to keep eye contact.

    "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. How are you feeling?"

    It's been only a week. It hurts in some cloister of her chest and and I can see it constrict like a noose. Eyes are watery.

    "Let it go Emeline. Let it go." I chant a little mantra in my brain.

    I'm on 'hospital mode' and wait until she feels less strong. Until she decides to be vulnerable.
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