This is where I gather some of my essays. You’ll find them when you click the yellow buttons.
It was quiet, except for the nurses´ whispers, and I smelled sickness in the room. The odor was mixed with anxiety and emptiness. Outside, the trees were turning green and birds were singing their songs about Spring, but no one in here noticed.
I, like many other children, thought that my stuffed animals had feelings, and made a rotating schedule over which teddy’s turn it was to sleep in my bed.