Written below is an essay I submitted for a contest, so I figured this would be a great way to revive my blog. Enjoy! In the brightly lit hospital waiting room, only two figures could be seen, a father and his child - holding hands and huddled in a corner. The only sounds that could be heard were the frantic tapping of the father’s feet, his mutters of prayer, and the soulless drone of the air conditioner attempting to drown them out. The harsh lights bear down on the two of them, made almost blinding by its reflection off the pristine white tiled floor, causing beads of sweat to trickle down his forehead, giving a sheen to his gaunt expression. His phone buzzes. He takes a deep breath, lets go of the child, and with hands shaking, checks his phone. A few seconds elapse. A soft sob can now be heard, and the man has his head in his hands. His wife’s condition has taken a turn for the worse. She might not survive the night. The text message was the harbinger of the dreadful news he had