The good word

She was the bringer of good news. The hospital also had a bringer of bad news, but she was not it. Bringing good news is very different from bringing bad news, and she had only learnt how to bring the good ones. So she did. She made the calls to inform that, yes, he had survived, yes, it was a girl, yes, everything went fine, she should be up and about before anyone knew it. It was good news, and it was hard work.

More than once she had been reprimanded for being more of a messenger of hope than a hospital employee, and more than once the good fortune had changed. Nothing was certain, until it was.

But. Someone had to share the good news when there was any. She was that someone. Of this, at least, she was certain.

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