It’s the last week of the A-Z Challenge!!!

March felt like a year and April feels like a week. Of course, the writer in me would beg to differ. She knows if the writing that she had to do was to be done in a week called April, she’d pass out.

Without any further ado, here’s today’s post. I can’t wait to drop a couple of more bombs and share the ending!

Stay home and stay safe 🙂


Dream ♥️

Graciela’s POV

After looking at a couple of more things at work I set out for the hospital. 

I was anxious and I was nervous. 

I wanted to desperately hear good news. I mean after all I’ve been through I most definitely couldn’t get through this. 

I had lost my parents young. I don’t even remember how. All I knew was I ended up in foster care. Throughout my childhood, I went from one house to the other. My living situation was like the arcade game Pinball. Bouncing from one place to the other. 

If that in itself wasn’t rough, some of the houses I got placed into were ten times as bad. They’d act all nice and pleasant in the beginning and just when you feel like you can breathe around them, wham something would happen. And here began my issues with trust. 

Excessive drinking, drugs, abuse and whatnot. I couldn’t stand it then. And I can’t stand it now. That’s when I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wanted to be a great cop. To put an end to all this. 

As a condition, the foster home would put me through school. That was a blessing when I was a child. When I was in my teens I worked multiple jobs which also served the same purpose as school. I wouldn’t have to go back early to the sorry excuse of whichever house I lived at currently. 

I put myself through college by earning a scholarship. And then I landed in the Academy. The training was harsh but it was a welcoming one. All that physical pain helped me to suppress the emotional one and shaped me to be who I am today. 

It’s uncommon for cops to jump ships midway in their career but I was willing to take that risk. I didn’t trust anyone in my old precinct. I preferred to work alone and that was obviously a problem more often than I’d like to admit. 

Though the job was in the Homicide Department and not what I set out to become a cop, I had a good feeling about the job.

When I saw Elizabeth at the task force and spent time with her, I felt good. She spoke to me about the opening and though I barely knew her I was ready to join. Something about her and the way she made me feel confirmed what my gut felt. 

I’m so glad I made that decision. And over the years I learnt to listen to my gut often. You should try it too. At least 8 out of 10 times our gut is right. 

I pulled up at the hospital and started to make my way in. With each step I took, my heart beat fastened. I crossed my fingers and went in to meet the doctor.

“Good afternoon doctor!”

“Good afternoon detective!”

I took a deep breath, “How is she doing?”

“Miss, she’s okay. She will be okay”

“Oh thank God”

“She’s out of surgery, she’s resting now. She’s still too weak owing to the multiple injuries”

“Will she be able to come back to normal?”

“Yes. In due time of course. And only if she rests and heals completely”

“Thank you. Thank you very much.”

This was good news indeed. 

22 thoughts on “Weak

  1. Have I missed anything? Why am I not able to understand who is in the hospital? Or is there any mystery around it which will be revealed in the coming posts?

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