I cannot help but feel a slight sense of urgency.

Not that kind of urgency. Well, actually, I frequently have that feeling of urgency too, but that is not what I am referring to.

Last night while flipping through prime time TV, I stumbled on the show Mercy (don’t worry, you do not need to know about the show). The main character, Veronica (a nurse), was standing in a patient’s room when his wife barged in and announced she was pregnant. Veronica had recently hoped to be pregnant, but blood tests proved that she was not.

I couldn’t help but recognize the look on her face when she overheard their news. Her sinking expression quickly followed by a forced smile.

I remember it all too well. Every emotion behind that crooked grin, and that abrupt inability to blink or breath.

Every heart-string pulled taught, and then let go.

I remember.

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