GABRIELE FERRARI
I have been up for almost thirty minutes now since after the surgery. The nurses were here to make sure that I am okay and that all my organs are working. I feel so weak, but that is nothing because I know I will be back on my feet in no time.
Jeez, I hate hospitals and everything about it. Just look at this soggy tasteless omelette that I did not even touch. I am going to just leave it there and let it eat itself. I should call Pablo to get me some good breakfast because there is no way a man like me is going to eat old folks’ food.
I sigh, feeling lonely. I know that Jasmine is with our son, and I heard that he is okay and happy, but I still wish Jasmine was here, holding my hand. I guess I gave her all the reasons not to come here. Maybe I should have never told he
