No Scars Can Dull Her Shine
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The only sound left in the room was the steady ticking of the machines.
I turned away and carefully put the irises into the vase by Mom's bed.
He stood up slowly, quietly.
"Remember to put ointment on your knee when you get home. It's scraped."
The door closed softly behind him.
I thought I heard a muffled sob.
However, maybe it was just my imagination.
Back home, my daughter gently put ointment on my knee.
I patted her head, turned on the computer, and started writing a new post.
Title: [About Camila and the Road I Took.]
She should have known I would not let it go if she exposed me.