Memoir Exercise

The sterile hospital smell burned my nostrils as I entered the long corridor. While I walked down the barren white hallway all I could think was, "Why white?" Why couldn't they add some color to this terrible place? As I entered his hospital room, the relief that washed over me was like a tidal wave. There he was; his normally strong, sturdy frame somehow looked fragile in the paper-thin hospital gown. I walked towards his bed, my heels clicking with every step I took, echoing in the quiet room. I grabbed his cold hand and he shuddered away from the heat of mine. Tears silently fell from my face as I said to him, "Today you're coming home."