Two large men wearing green scrubs placed her on the gurney and began to roll toward the surgery. Our four-year-old daughter appeared to be a small bundle on the cart. I was terrified. She had been born with strabismis, or crossed eyes. Early surgical intervention was so that her eyes and brain could work together. This was her second surgery.
As the doors of the scary elevator closed, the small bundle raised her finger toward one of the men and said, "I'm not going to do this today, but I'll come back tomorrow."
The elevator door clunked shut.
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