I see the date on James’s name tag a few minutes after he walks into the hospital room. He’s across the bed from me, petting Leah, and the neon-orange sticker stuck to his right jacket pocket catches my eye. I land on the date and look at it for some seconds, the meaning slipping my grasp. I feel like I am reading a word in a foreign language whose meaning I can’t quite recall. Soon the meaning emerges: it’s your birthday.
birthday song
birthday song
birthday song
I see the date on James’s name tag a few minutes after he walks into the hospital room. He’s across the bed from me, petting Leah, and the neon-orange sticker stuck to his right jacket pocket catches my eye. I land on the date and look at it for some seconds, the meaning slipping my grasp. I feel like I am reading a word in a foreign language whose meaning I can’t quite recall. Soon the meaning emerges: it’s your birthday.