Kelly and I were mirror images as we sat across from each other in the waiting room. We nervously checked our watches, his right knee bouncing as rapidly as my left one, and we jumped whenever the door leading to the exam area opened. They allowed one person to accompany Tweet to the back during the MRI. It was a no brainer that Mrs. Kelly would be by her daughter’s side. After the longest hour of my life, Tweet and her mom appeared in the doorway of the waiting room. While Mrs. Kelly chatted with the nurse, Tweet shuffled forward. As always, I noticed her beautiful eyes first. With each blink they grew glassier and filled with fear. Her body tensed—fingers curled around the strap of her purse, the pink shade of her bottom lip turning a milky white as she bit down on it. She had just gotten a glimpse into a world she didn’t want to be a part of and this was only the beginning. I wanted to trade places with her. It sounded like a cliché. Something people say to make themselves look good because they know it’s not possible.
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