Gloria had no one.
Little by little, I became the person she waited for each day. I brought her tea, sat with her after my shifts, and listened as she told stories about her past. Somewhere along the way, she stopped feeling like a resident under my care and started feeling like family.
But there was always one thing I could not understand.
Wherever Gloria went, she carried the same faded hospital bag. She never let anyone touch it. If a nurse tried to move it, Gloria would gently reach out and take it back immediately.
Then, one afternoon during one of her hospital stays, she asked me to sit beside her bed.
She took my hand, looked straight into my eyes, and whispered,
NIXT>>>
