I lingered, the weight of the meeting heavy on my shoulders.
The silence was a companion, familiar in its constancy.
My sister approached, her expression softer. “We need to talk more.”
It was an opening, tentative yet sincere.
I nodded, unsure of what lay ahead.
The hospital, once a place of dread, felt less imposing.
I had a foothold now, a place to start from.
The road to understanding would be long, but I was moving forward.
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