She wanted to stop me, to tell me that Ma’s room was over flowing with visitors, and that she would go and ask them to leave so that I could go in.
“It’s okay. I can wait.” I told her, even if she gave me that ‘I don’t believe you’, look.
I remained in the lobby, pacing back-and-forth but knowing that Ma was in good hands. Finally I gave up and went to the cafeteria to buy a selection of sandwiches, and whatever else I could get my hands on before coming out.
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