Willow sat in the chair that was next to the T.V.
He was emaciated. He looked like an old balloon that had been blown up and after a time had deflated. He just sat there quietly. 'I don't know where I am,' he said.
He said this to a caregiver as she walked into the room.
I know where you are, she said matter of factly. I know who you are and where you are. You are safe. I am taking care of you. And I love you.
He looked tired, defeated and resigned.
'I don't know where I am.'
©2009 Wendy Martin
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
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