The Nurse Who Became the Light I Didn’t Know I Needed
I came closer to death the night my son was born than I ever had at any other moment in my life.
But every night, when the halls grew quiet and the fluorescent lights dimmed, a gentle knock would sound on my door.
A nurse would slip inside—soft footsteps, warm eyes, that calm smile that made me believe I could breathe again. She would sit beside me, sometimes speaking, sometimes simply keeping me company as I cried without meaning to.
