My husband, Mark, passed away suddenly at 48, leaving behind quiet where laughter used to be. Since then, it’s been just me and our daughter, Alice, now 15. She’s gentle and perceptive, often leaving handwritten notes in my lunch bag reminding me to eat and keep going.
Our days fell into a demanding routine of long shifts and careful budgeting. One Friday was especially exhausting. The hospital was understaffed, the ER overflowing, and I barely stopped moving for hours.
When I finally reached the cafeteria, I sat alone with the sandwich Alice had packed. I unfolded her note in purple ink and let myself breathe for a moment of peace.
That calm broke when an impatient woman loudly complained about waiting, directing her frustration at me. A man beside her added an unkind remark. I stood frozen, unsure whether to respond or stay silent.
Then Dr. Richard, the hospital’s chief physician, stepped in. Calm and firm, he reminded them that nurses deserve respect and dignity, especially under pressure. The couple left quietly.
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