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The Holidays were booked, as it was every year for the Daniels family. Every year they labored over a hot oven and baked cookies for the Children’s Hospital. “Christmas Eve was a very hard time for families at places like that.” Mom would say constantly
It was Sandy's turn to take the holiday-baked cookies to the fourth floor. She did not understand why she had to, but this is the Christian thing to do right?
It was half-past five and her head throbbed, not because she had hardly drunk any water that day, but because she did not want to be there. It seemed as though her parents did not care for her social life at all. What was so spiritual about a little baking soda, sugar, and flour? Tonight was supposed to be the greatest night of her life. All her friends were going to this "once in a life-time" concert. She was supposed to be there! However, she had volunteered to deliver cookies way before she knew of it.
She went through the routine of going to every room, putting on a "cheerful" face, and trying to care for whatever their situation may be. Surprisingly it passed by quicker than she expected. Room number, 452 was the next and last stop. She knocked slightly and walked in to notice an old wrinkled man sitting in a chair beside a sleeping child. Surrounding the bed were balloons of all sorts, “Get Well Soon,” 1 stated and, “We Love You, Merry Christmas!”
"Excuse me; I'm sorry I'll leave you alone." She said feeling as though she had just intruded.
“What do ya want?” He snapped.
“Well, I just uh, here are some home made cookies, family recipe.” She said handing the little package of assorted Christmas cookies with scriptures engraved on the red wrapping.
“Well thanks.” He accepted them, as the girl in the bed stirred slowly opening one eye.
“Did I miss something?” The girl with red polka dotted pajamas asked, awaking from a peaceful rest.
“No, she was just leaving, right?” He said emphatically.
“Yes, well, I’ll let you alone now, Merry Christmas.” Sandy said as she half-darted to the door.
Suddenly the girl fully sparked to life “No, actually, Grandpa was just leaving… right?”
“Well, I.” He defended.
“You have to drink coffee some time right?” The girl scolded. “Didn’t you also mention earlier that you had Christmas shopping to do?
“Ok.” He said. “I’ll be back before 8.” He answered gruffly.
“No hurry.” She called as the grandfather walked through the doorway. Then the girl spoke. “Is he gone?”
“Yea, I think so.” Sandy replied, stunned.
Explaining she stated, “He really is loveable my Grandpa; although he hasn’t been the same since Grandma died. He doesn’t mean any harm.” Continuing she asked, “So, what’s your name?”
“Sandy Daniels.” She replied turning her attention back to the girl. “What’s yours?”
“Samantha, people call me Sam.” She replied. “So, where’s those cookies you brought. He’ll never let me have those.” She said as she sat up and looked around the room.
Sandy handed them to her.
Sam ripped open the package and shoved the cookie into her mouth. “Oh, these are delicious!” Her eyes looked as though they would explode. “I haven’t had a cookie in a long time.”
“What happened?” Sandy asked.
“No matter, I’ve been sick for a long time. This feels like home.” She looked around as she munched on another cookie.
“I’m sorry.” She answered feeling embarrassed.
“Don’t be. The chips have fallen in my favor.” As she finished her statement, she shoved the cookie under the covers and looked to the door. Appearing in what now seemed small doorway an elderly plump black woman.
“Well, if it isn't my star patient. How are you doing?” She said walking around to the right side of the bed. “I see, you have visitors.” She said acknowledging the teenage girl sitting on the corner of the bed.
“So, what have you been up to?” She asked Sam like a detective.
“Nothing much,” Then she rebutted. “What have you been up to?” Sam answered ending the questioning.
“Ya stay out of trouble, ya hear.”
“Yes maim.” She answered.
After the nurse left, she turned her attention back to Sandy, “Want to play some cards?”
“Sure,” She answered forgetting all other wants of concerts and such. “I’d love to.”
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