- 2.
I keep sitting there quietly, letting the cold
and hunger gnaw at me.
“Need a ride, miss?”
A taxi pulls up.
I shake my head.
“Waiting for someone.”
Taxis come and go.
It’s past 10 pm, almost closing time at the
hospital, and still no sign of the Landrys.
Not a single message on my phone.
The security guard can’t take it anymore.
“You’ve been waiting all day, ain’t nobody
coming!
I’m about to clock out, and it’s dangerous out
here at night, especially for a young girl like
you!”
I just manage a weak smile.
What’s one more day when I’ve already waited
five years?
He sighs, gives me some water and a
sandwich, and decides to stay late with me
since he’s worried about me.
“Thanks, mister!”
I eat the sandwich, grateful.
This is the best birthday I’ve had in five years.
