The Story of the 90s
As Ms. Mallard uneasily sat in the waiting room, she watched the hustle of people as they scurried in and out of the clinic doors. The ring of the bell above the door sang like wind chimes on a blustery day. She stared at a mother and child across the magazine table as they flipped through an old and badly torn edition of Highlights. From the short distance she could tell that the child was around three or four years old and the mother was expecting in a few months. Mom was in good health and it showed from the glow in her face and eyes. Jason, as she learned the child's name from her distant observation, was also full of energy and squealed with delight every time his mother would place his tiny hand on her stomach to feel the baby kick. Mom was most likely due in for a check up, since she showed no signs of apparent illness. She watched intently as the couple joyfully pointed to the pages in the magazine and laughed as each of them found a different hidden picture. The scene was almost painful for her and she found herself becoming jealous of this seemingly perfect life that was playing out in front of her. She quickly examined the contents of her purse
Relationships came and went, but she never let them take root for fear of repeating her mother's mistake and being hurt. I'm very sorry for this mistake and would still like you to come in for some counseling. She walked into the empty room and up to the examination bed. Images were running through her head at what seemed to be a million miles an hour: Old pictures of her own mother and father when she was just a baby, and then later ones that only contained her mother and she. She simply stared back at her without smiling and with vacant eyes. As she sat, she heard the distant sound of a police car's siren and turned to look out the dirty glass doors of the clinic. She wanted that dead quietness back, back before she saw what the doctor had said in his eyes. Mallard?" Once again the gentle voice. That is all she really needed to do to understand what he was saying to her. Mallard to the hallway and pointed to the room where the doctor would meet with her. Startled, she jerked her head around quickly to see the nametag of the attending nurse, 'Josephine', staring her in the face.
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