Of course I liked that my daughters came to visit at the hospital. Would they also be allowed to come outside visiting hours, because they were late and terribly busy? Fortunately, the nurse agreed that I would sit in the corridor so as not to get crooked faces in the other patients.
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“We don't have anything in the house anymore,” my eldest daughter complains, “and Daddy doesn't allow me to go shopping.” My mouth almost falls open in surprise and I mumble that it will all be okay. "We have to completely empty the freezer from him first and we also have no more Coke," she complains further. I pull my bathrobe tightly around me, because it's drafty in the hallway. Her sister sits there quietly and suddenly takes a plastic bag out of her bag. “Here Mom,” she says, “something for you.” I see that there are very small Marsjes and Snickers in it.
“Sweet of you,” I say, “but I can't eat that yet and I don't really feel like it yet.” “Can I have one then?” she says eagerly. I nod and in no time she has shoved two into her mouth at once. “I think you better go,” I hear myself say and I have to control myself not to jump out of my newly stitched skin. “Well, that's great… that's why we came all the way here,” my eldest daughter snorts!” I look at her completely stunned.
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"New…!" I say. “I was hoping you would have come here for something different. For example, that you missed me and I don't mean just for the groceries. That you'd be interested in how I'm doing. I had surgery yesterday!" I look at both my daughters and see that they are now staring at the ground. “Unfortunately, I also have to inform you that I will have to stay in the hospital a little longer, because I am not doing well yet. So… if I were you I'd just dim a little and settle for your terrible fate!” “And you… You still have my car at your disposal for the time being,” I say to my 21-year-old daughter, “So you have nothing to complain about!” For a moment she still wants to sputter, but when she sees that I stand up resolutely, she wisely keeps her mouth shut.
“And as for your father, that man is working his way around. Does the laundry, cooks and visits every time WITHOUT complaining.”
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“Mama is right”, I suddenly hear my 17-year-old daughter say timidly, but her sister does not appreciate that comment.
As I carefully shuffle to my ward, I look back and wave at them anyway. Dead tired I put the plug back in my IV and crawl back into bed. “Were those your daughters?” my nice neighbor across the street asks.
I nod. "Nice girls, you sure miss them, don't you?" “Nice girls, HUH… selfish dragons they are!” I think and soon the waterlanders come. Where did it go wrong? Fortunately my husband calls shortly afterwards and I quickly dry my tears. When I tell him the whole story, he is furious. “Are they all right now?” he shouts angrily. “I told them not to bother you with this. We're getting along just fine!"
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When I come home after a few days, I am welcomed with open arms and I receive beautiful flowers with -welcome home- on them. “Are you feeling a bit better mommy?” my youngest asks concerned and I hear familiar sounds from the kitchen. I raise my eyebrows in surprise. “She's going to cook for us,” my husband says and for a moment I see a smile on his face. "You really have to change course El, it's probably not too late." Glad I'm home again, I can finally take a look at the contents of my Christmas package. There are nice, beautiful and tasty things in it and at the bottom I find a opened party packaging of mini Marsjes and Snickertjes.
