Co-Written with Ivy 'O Hara

Prologue:

Jessica's POV

7/3/08

I walked with wooden clipboard to the check-in office to see who was my next patient. I'm a train to be an intern so I decided to try to work in retirement home so it can look good in my resume. To me, I find it fascinating to talk to older people about his or her history. I'm 23, just graduated from UCLA and now I'm at Sacramento. I like this facility since the elders are very wise and very understanding to your problems if I ever tell them anything that is. My long brown hair was irritating my face since it's always occurs right of me, even when I'm sitting down. The check in lady name Ally was of course looking at her length of her nails with her computer on.

"Ally, who's my next patient?" I asked her while she looked at me in shock.

"Oh, here's your next patient, Mrs. Bella in room 85." Ally told me with smile so she acts like she's enjoying this job, but I can see in her eyes this is waste of time. I gave her a nod, walking away to room 85, which was not that far away from where I was walking. A minute later, I approached the room with many wheel chair elders rolling there way to the operation room or the cafeteria. I opened the door, walking in with at least a smile on my face while she was looking down at her hands in her wheel chair. I looked at her file, showing that she's 102 and lately she has been having strokes. Her husband Edward died about two months ago from a car accident, which devastated her into a shock. Then a month later, strokes occur. Her neighbor, Mr. Frank, saw her shaking that's not usual to elders.

"Hello Mrs. Swan, I'm Dr. Stanley and I'll just be accompany you for an hour, checking on you. Do you have any questions for me?" I was talking fast since I was nervous. I didn't understand why I was so nervous but I'm guessing It's just occurred randomly. She shook her head, looking depressed with her white curly hair. She looked up with a frown reaching across her face.

She took in a sigh, "How would you feel if you can't see your husband when you want to?"

Well, I have a boyfriend but he comes after my shifts. In a way, I guess I understand her since it often gets lonely in a retirement home. I shrugged, "I understand that this isn't easy for you—"

"I don't need your pity to make me feel like I'm old and useless," she retorted but not angry, just annoyed, "I had enough of pity from people. But you have no idea what it's like to be taken away from your husband and daughter."

"You have a daughter?" I asked shocked in her response. Nothing in her application said she had a daughter, not even in her records. Was she a fugitive? Was she a foster child?

"Had." She frowned, "She died somewhat years ago."

"From what?"

"Now this is the part where all this doctors get a little too nosey," she rolled her eyes, "she died when she was ten when there was war coming on. I'm 102 years old for lords sake you really think I have the strength to tell you what happened?" she sat up with her eyes watery.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. There was this long pause between us until I looked up at her.

She sighed, "I might as well tell someone you can write this down and everyone would know how horrible my life was. It all started in England in 1922 when I was 17…"

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