Gutted
This morning we walked toward the desk to register like normal when I noticed the family at the desk.
Mom and Dad. And a little girl with thick, healthy hair. That’s all it took to tell me it was their first visit.
We were sent to the far desk to register and while we waited, the family walked past us on a tour. Here’s the pantry. We have cereal and juice and you can get water and coffee. Here’s the IV room.
Her little pink floral leggings, matching headband over a cute hairstyle, and pink boots safely flanked by her mama and her daddy in subtle contrast to the rest of us in well worn rhythm of comfy clothes, one caregiver, and tired eyes.
I didn’t watch; but I couldn’t not see.
Thinking about what was in their heads and the trembling in their hearts gutted me.
No one should have to do this ever again.
Oh Jesus, please have mercy.