Faith
As nice as it was to get outside of the linoleum hallways and bad lighting in the hospital, I can't be far away from my Baba. I know it's crazy, but I feel like if I'm present every second something wrong will occur. I know it's a little irrational and completely sane all at the same time --- I don't know. I usually have answer... I have no clue what I should be doing. My Baba says all the right things (and he means them) to calm me down. Without him there is no possible way I could get through one minute of this torture. Maybe he's right... I can have faith that everything will be okay...