He gently pushed open the door, and the sound from the room reached him, he heard Amanda Smith's sobbing voice, she was calling someone's name, "Mom..."
How heartbroken must one be to call out to a person who had long since died for comfort?
A lump seemed to form in his throat, he just felt an abnormal dryness, standing inside the hospital room, he couldn't even open his mouth to call her name.
He didn't know how long it had been, his feet sore from standing, when Amanda Smith's gentle sobs finally stopped. The person immersed in her own world seemed to finally realize there was someone else in the room, slowly lifting her head to look at him.
Her eyes were red and swollen, her face pale, covered in tear stains, her appearance could hardly be called pretty, but he couldn't help but walk over to her, reaching out to wipe her face.