The Story Starts Below

The Story Starts Below
Waiting Room Worries
Sitting in the waiting room, the peculiar little “puppy” in my lap felt heavier than it should—both physically and emotionally. My heart thudded in rhythm with the clock’s relentless ticking on the wall. I glanced around at the other visitors, their calm demeanor a stark contrast to the storm of worry building inside me. This strange creature cradled in my arms was unlike any of Daisy’s usual puppies, an enigma I couldn’t begin to understand. I silently pleaded for time to hurry, for the vet to bring answers and ease my growing unease.
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Waiting Room Worries