When Daddy brought the brunette twin to see her sister before her surgery, they were stopped at the security desk. The officer said, "How old is she?"
It turned out that they were not letting anyone under 18 on the pediatrics floors due to the flu risk. I completely understood the logic. There were children with compromised immune systems on all the pediatric floors. Since the girls started school, we knew that schools were a petri dish of diseases.
Still, I was angry that the brunette twin wouldn't see her sister before she went into surgery. The surgeon told us that they could talk before surgery. We were all able to see the blond twin shortly before she went into the operating theater. The brunette twin was relived to see her sister. We were happy that they were able to talk.
We were sitting at dinner talking about the day when the brunette twin said she was really scared while waiting in the lobby. She was alone and scared and wondering what was happening with her twin. My heart hurt for her. I cannot imagine what was going through her head.
I looked at Daddy and said, "From now on we lie about how old they are." While I understood the reasons for the age ban, I was not ever going to let anything come between the girls again.
