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As I did every day since, I look at my arms. The scars can be hidden from the eye but never from the touch. I must wear long sleeves even in the hottest day of the summer. I remember all my old blouses that are now hidden in the attic by my family in order not to be reminded of that day. My fingers were not spared either. The place where once the wedding ring shined is now empty. I look at my legs and at the crutch laying beside me. I have always taken walking for granted. Jogging was something I did only pushed from behind, now this is something I do only in my dreams. The distances that usually took me 2 minutes, now takes 10 minutes.

I just love to hate you!

Two more days until Christmas. I hate this time of year. Just because I'm an elf, and my parents worked for Santa Clause, why do I have to be stuck in this place as well? Working my butt off all year long for those ungrateful kids. I'd rather clean toilets, that way at least I would get a paycheck instead of that annoying "Hohoho" from that big piece of lard. What is the second thing that I hate the most? That gross hot coco. Just the smell of it makes me puke. I would give anything to enjoy a nice cocktail on a tropical beach. All this snow makes my skin so dry. This is it! I can't take it anymore! ……… Two days later

"The scenery was wonderful. I truly wish you could have seen it. The mountain was revealing all its might, power, and beauty in front of our eyes. We continue climbing, while the warm rays of light were gently touching our faces. I have to admit, my heart was racing because of the effort by the time we reached the top. But when we finally did, it took my breath away. The clear blue sky was melting with the wild, untouched by man, green nature…." While I was telling Bob everything about my last trip, he was sitting on his usually rocking chair, with his eyes closed; not that it made any difference if he had them opened or closed. He had

Nicole watched how life was leaving the body of the person she loved the most. Her eyes were widening in despair and the only thing she could hear was the sound of her own scream. She didn't remember the ride to the hospital. After one agonizing hour she saw the doctor approaching her. She feared this moment the most. "I'm sorry" were the last words she heard before everything went black. The day of the funeral was the rainiest day in the last 10 years. Nicole watched the people expressing their condolences but was incapable to move or say anything. She lay on the wet ground. She wanted to embrace her fiancée for the last time, even tho

People usually hate hospitals but I like them, I find them full of hope. I pace all day on corridors hoping that someone will require my aid or assistance. After so many years the staff hardly gives me a glance anymore when they pass by me. Even though I am not an official employee everyone considers me a part of this hospital. I remember the first time I saw her. I was making my usual round, when through a crack of the door I saw her curled up like a ball in bed. She was crying but she had no more tears left. I entered the door without making any sounds and I sat in a chair in front of her. At first she was surprised to see me. She opene