RAISING
ALISON I
t was almost an “ahha” moment. A soft afternoon glow broke through the glass windows shaping the doctor’s waiting room. Susie Werner was sitting in her chair, her hands fixed in discomfort. A crowded waiting room, filled with indistinct tension, disturbed Susie’s thought. She was all alone, eyeing everyone with aversion.
BY ADAM POLTORAK
Susie, at this very moment– even though nothing had happened–felt a ubiquitous weight pull her down. She is confined by emotion, struck by fear and piercing realization. Then the taps of waiting-room patients–that is, in Susie’s ears–pounded violently with the irregular beat of her heart that, just a moment ago, was calm. The entire framework
of Susie’s life morphed into an unfamiliar configuration while she sat at Lucile Packard Children’s Hospital. Although she was still waiting for the doctor’s visit, Susie knew subconsciously what happened to her daughter. The knowledge was potent; it was growing stealthily in her mind. While Susie’s daughter, Alison, laid quietly on her
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