In Shanaia’s room, the moment they entered Shanaia ran to her bed and dived in.
“I missed you bed!” Shanaia squealed.
As she rolled around her bed, inhaling the scent of the sheets, Joaquin was looking around her room. His eyes then fell on the row of picture frames on top of her drawers.
Joaquin walked over to her drawer and looked through all the picture frames. The photos on top of that drawer varied from when she was a child up to the time she last worked in the hospital.
There were also photos where she was with her siblings, her cousins, and then her high school friends.
“You are really beautiful,” Joaquin said as he looked at Shanaia’s picture during high school prom.
Shanaia saw what he was looking at, got out of bed, and walked over to him.
“That was prom. I was seventeen
