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The Loudest Thing in the House
Clock ticks.
I am alone. Too low to sleep comfortable. Will recheck in a few.
Clock ticks.
Seems louder than when I first sat down, seems slower too. No matter what I do or when, I seem to find myself in this chair at this hour often.
Clock ticks.
It’s always too quiet. It’s a deafening quiet; it’s a parent’s quiet.
Clock ticks.
I read the newspaper, which I have read twice already. Passing the time to enter her room again.
Clock ticks.
I recheck her blood sugar, at 145 I can go back to sleep. I sit on the bed’s edge. I stare at her face. I am tired.
Clock ticks.
She sleeps soundly. On one hand she does so well. She is getting so big. Childhood passes quickly.
Clock ticks.
I push the hair back from her face. She has battled this for some time. She seems to be winning.
Clock ticks.
I make my way back to my bed, my head softly sinks into my pillow. My last thought is always the same. A cure. There is a cure. We must find it.
Clock ticks.