Escape

My brother Jonny and I used to be close. He's a year younger than me and I can remember when we spent days and days playing together; we were best friends as children. I was always on his side, he was always on mine. We were family and we took the blame together, shared the joy together, everything. In our family it was Chelsea and Jonny, the young ones, the kids.

I work in a hospital. I love my job, but as I am sitting here listening to the receptionist check in those who are coming for a long term visit, I am wondering why they are being told they will get a nice rest?