I walked through the giant wood colored door after the lady in the white jacket let me in.  I saw a machine to my left that was blinking fiercely with red lights.

 

In front of me I could see what looked to be beds, but had a thin pillow layer, unlike a mattress.  They were all covered with water colored blankets that seemed as comfortable as laying on a rock.

 

That's when I turned and walked three floor blocks further.  There she was shriveled looking, something like a prune.  I saw her vibrating hand reach out and that's when I knew she saw me standing there.  I grabbed her hand and squeezed it tight, almost like I never wanted her to let go.  The sun's rays painted her face as she looked at me and a ball of moisture fell down her face.  That is when I knew, my grandmother still had strength and was going to going to breathe.

 

                               

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