Mr. Jenkins’ Friendly Eyes
There was a patient, Mr. Jenkins, who always seemed to have his eyes on me. His presence was curious but friendly.
‘Good evening, young lady,’ he’d greet me, prompting friendly chats. Mr. Jenkins had a way of seeing through facades, making me wonder if he sensed my inner turmoil.
His demeanor brought a slice of normalcy, though our interactions subtly hinted at a deeper understanding on his part.