I smiled.
“One of them.”
Sophie recovered slowly.
She handed me a drawing.
It showed a doctor standing beside a little girl.
“That’s you,” she explained.
“Well, you made me look much younger.”
She giggled.
“That’s you.”
***
I placed the drawing beside Lucy’s photo when I got home.
A month later, I told Paul I was reducing my hospital hours.
He nearly dropped his coffee.
“Dr. Miller? Working less? Are you feeling okay?”
I laughed.
“Better than I have in years.”
“Are you feeling okay?”
***
I began volunteering at the center, helping families understand medical information and find support.
I never stopped missing my family.
But one afternoon, Sophie visited the center with Gianna.
She climbed into the chair beside me and handed me a book.
I began volunteering.
“Can you read this?”
For a moment, I remembered Lucy asking the same question.
This time, the memory made me smile.
