When I rode in the Children's Hospital elevator for the first time and saw the small butterfly in the polished stone, I knew I was meant to be here. So you can only imagine my elation when I realized that all the pretty colors I was walking on in the atrium were actually a massive butterfly themselves. This is what it looks like from the 3rd floor, where I had to go to deliver a present to PICU; a reminder of why I don't work with patients. I'm happy in my innocent little giftshop world where I can bring 5 minutes of happiness to people, and I don't have to remember why they need it in the first place.
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