Today's OneWord: Believe

I wanted to believe that everything was going to be okay. I wanted to believe that Wayne would wake up from his coma; that my mother would stop drinking long enough to see straight when she visited him in the hospital; that my father, as arthritic and hunched over as he was, could get away from both the physical and emotional pain. At this point, however, that sort of hope had gotten away from me. It was like trying to catch sunlight and keep it in a jar.

In the meantime, I stayed by Wayne's side and listened to the beeps and whirs of the machines that kept him breathing and his heart rate steady; I didn't want to be anywhere else.