A quick shush from the mother silenced the child, but the sharp, disapproving glare the woman cast in Lily's direction confused her. Replacement girl? The phrase pricked at her curiosity and made her wonder if they had confused her for someone else—perhaps a member of the hospital staff who had displeased them. The unpleasant thought made her frown, but when the pair turned away and resumed their conversation, she shook off the feeling and continued down the corridor. They were probably mistaken.
She had barely reached the nurse's station when a familiar face approached. It was the nurse who had been handling her father's case for the past few days, her expression filled with concern.
"Miss Lily, are you alright?" the nurse asked, her voice softly, her eyes searching.
Hellp everyone! How are you doing? The other day, my son questioned me about why I never write author's thoughts. So, I thought, I should show my chatty self a bit and let loose of my thoughts.
Soon, we are nearing the end of this book and I am preparing for a major book. I'll give you more deets in the next time I share my thoughts.
For now, would anyone care to share what is that one creative art that you wish you had? For me, it is drawing... I can't draw well to save my life. My stick figures also turn out to be ugly and crooked! Can you imagine? Though I paint well. My husband on the other hand, can make the most amazing portraits! I am so jealous of him!