Waiting Room

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A different waiting room, to what Molly was used to.

The walls were a calming green, the colour of grass, trees, and little buds at the start of summer. No pain, the tubes from her withered hands, were gone. When she was young, her hair was this beautiful – gleaming, soft, with a hint of blond. It felt strange, being youthful again.

Who would be the first loved one she would see – her guardian angel from a long forgotten spring. She remembered his smile, hoped it would be him. There were others she wanted to see too.

‘Molly Moore,’ the receptionist smiled.

One step forward, she was told to stand by the entrance, and he walked, arms open, in a welcome.

‘We have been waiting a long time, now it’s time to go home.”

‘Dad, are you proud of me?’ she asked.

‘We have watched you, helped when you needed us the most. Now it is your turn, to watch over your loved ones. We all meet, whether it be here, or on Earth. Beautiful girl, of course we are proud.’