The call came out one hot, dry August afternoon. I had never seen my mother, so worried. We drove the short trip to the small hospital in our hometown, in no time. My father was in a bed upstairs, an IV dripping into one arm and a square bandage on the other. He was smiling, telling everyone not to worry that day.
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