LIFE IS SHORT | Autobiography as Haiku
LIFE IS SHORT | Autobiography as Haiku
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Catherine Lambson
Vienna
We enter the crowded waiting room, take a number and sit. "What number do you have?" Dad asks. "87." "Can you read that?" he asks. "What does it say?" "Why is it taking so long?" I answer. He pauses, then, "Can you read that?" "What number do you have?" For 40 minutes straight he asks and I answer again and again and again. Finally it's number 86's turn. The gentleman passes me his number and says to Dad, "It's your turn, buddy." I am so grateful I almost cry. Instead I smile and say, "Thank you," and help Dad down the hall.
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