Building Bridges
After dinner, we would go back to my room, and the woman and I would talk for a bit before she
had to go. Now a days, I don’t have a bed on wheels. I’m in a room where the bed is a regular bed, and
I’m not constantly monitored. It’s kind of like an actual bedroom, except there’s only a television, bed,
and a table set (consisting of 3 chairs and the table). There’s also a small bathroom there as well, but Kyle
had it where to access the bathroom I’d need to call assistance to open up the door for me. He did that
because the person who would open up the door for me would wait for me to get finished with my
business, and make sure I hadn’t fallen in or lost balance. I don’t really need it, but I appreciate that Kyle
still has that for me.
The woman and I usually sit at the table across from each other for a moment. She looks out the
window quietly before she speaks.
“How did you enjoy today?” in a monotone voice. She seems to be upset or distressed. I don’t
know why though. I look at her for a moment before I respond.
“It was good, ” I respond, “I talked a bit to Mrs.Harrington. She's a quite nice old lady.” I
managed to add. There was silence.
“That's nice” the woman responded. She still stared out the window, never making eye contact.
I stuttered for a moment before making a noise. I wanted to tell her in that very moment that I
loved her. I wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, how she always made me happy, even in the quiet
moments like these, or in the moments I heard her voice when she would give me one word answers.
Everything about her was just so…”Wow”. I didn't have any words for it except love. I finally managed to
say something after just looking at her for who-knows-how-long.
“Why do you look…” I paused. I didn't want to seem to rude, or invading, but before I could
begin back up, she spoke.
“Why do I look what?” She's turned to me suddenly. She kind of look a bit frustrated now. This
was my chance to make everything better, to tell her what I wanted to say.
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