Sierra felt empty, a hollow feeling inside that left her wondering what to do next. She knew it was time to move on. She wasn’t a small town girl. She didn’t know why she had stayed in this small South Dakota community so long. It was time to dust off her resume and move on. I wasn’t raised and educated to be a waitress in a small town or anything else in a small town, she thought.
She wandered around the hospital aimlessly. She thought about Don, and Blake, and Gram. Thank goodness Gram was going to be okay. She knew she couldn’t leave until Gram was out of the hospital. She didn’t know why, but she couldn’t.
Gram isn’t even my grandmother she thought. I’ve only known her for a couple of months. Why do I feel such misery when I think about leaving here? She continued to walk the corridors, smelling the antiseptic, hearing the clicks of the monitors, listening to telephones ring and watching the strained looks on visitors’ faces. She finally returned to Gram’s room.
Gram’s face lit up when Sierra entered. Gram’s breath was no longer shallow, the color had returned to her cheeks and she was sitting up visiting as if she were entertaining guests at home.
Sierra sighed. It was going to be hard to tell gram goodbye.