Waiting in the phlebotomy lab, My Mom and I had just heard some goodbad news in which she needed blood drawn. We were talking about the words we had just heard from the doctor, how the words were better than she had thought they would be. I stood next to the sink listening and chatting with her.
As with most new environments with me, I surveyed the room while listening (I'm sure sometimes I appear uninterested or rude when I do this). I look down at the items on the counter next to the sink: paper towels, tissue, magazines, when immediately I noticed a little Christmas decoration pushed up against the splash of the counter. It was a tin snowman holding a branch. On the branch was a red cardinal. The (no doubt Made In China) artist (air quotes?) painted the tin, so obviously, this cardinal stood out among the white of the snow man.
I smiled.
I picked it up and showed My Mom. She smiled too, "hi darlin'", she said. "I might be there as soon as I thought."
She wasn't talking to the bird. She was talking to My Dad.
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