A month later, I was healed and ready to
leave the hospital.
The sun was shining, and the air felt fresh.
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They took me everywhere, parks, art galleries,
restaurants.
They brought me back a surprise.
I was watching TV, and Mom led a guy in.
He was tall and attractive.
Mom was happy. “Bethany, this is my friend’s
son, Ben. He’s two years younger than you!”
Ben smiled. “Hi!”
His voice made me blush.
I rubbed my hands on my clothes and shook
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his hand.
Mom winked at Dad, and they disappeared,
leaving Ben and me in the living room.
I smiled and pointed. “Sit down.”
Ben sat, relaxed.
He said. “You’re out of the hospital? You look
pale.”
His voice was calming.
I said. “Yeah, I’m still recovering.”
“Something happened over there,” I said. “It’s
く
better now.”
Ben seemed to want to ask, but he remained
silent.
He asked. “What do you want to watch? Do
you want to change the channel?”
He was nice and he chased away my sadness.
We talked about movies, music, travel, food.
We had things in common.
He was fun, and he made me laugh.
That night, Mom and Dad brought food.
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I met Ben, and said yes to an after dinner
walk.
We walked down the streets, and shadows
were long.
Ben stopped and looked at me. “It’s nice
meeting you.”
My heart raced, and I said, “I’m glad to meet
you, Ben.”
