Miracle

[Hyacinth]

The card is hand drawn in crayon with a drawing of a wolf next to a child on the front that looks a bit more like a dog than a canine. Inside it reads "From your secret admire-were" signed in a childish hand "You know who."

Bash and Drew must have stopped by to cheer me up.

Smiling, I set the flowers towards the front of the desk and open up my top desk drawer pulling out the two files I had placed there earlier today. The one on top is my file, the other one is my mother’s. Both are considerably thick, which feels strange to me because I do not remember visiting the doctor often enough to warrant that many visits.

Which one do I open? My mother’s or my own?

I decide to learn more about my mother first. I know so little about her.

Opening the file the first thing I notice is a smiling color photo of her, clipped to the inner flap of the folder. It is a portrait, most likely from her days working in the clinic, as she is wearing a lab coat with a stethoscope around h