Graham had practically become obsessed, showing up at the hospital every day without fail.One day, he would bring an expensive gift basket. The next, he would show up with a huge bouquet of lilies. He would leave everything outside my hospital room without trying to force his way in. Then he would crouch there, looking like an abandoned dog.But I never accepted any of it.My parents played along perfectly. Every time, Dad would yank the door open with a loud bang, his face cold, while Mom would sweep the beautifully wrapped gift boxes into the hallway as if they were garbage.Her voice was sharp.“We don’t want your filthy gifts! Get lost!”Graham never got angry, nor did he leave.He would simply crouch among the scattered gifts, pick them up, and place them neatly back outside my door.The next day, he would bring another batch.Day after day, without ever tiring.That day, I felt restless and stifled, so I wrapped myself in a coat and moved over to the window for some ai
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