Creative Writing: Nursing Home
Nursing Home
You could hear the harsh wind of winter over the honking cars and the traffic as Billy walked into the nursing home where he worked at and where his dad was being kept.
As soon Billy walked in everyone said hello to him and he said hello back. He walked into his office and took off his coat, hat and his gloves.
Billy is 29 years old, tall, blonde, and really smart. All he ever wanted to do was help people and now he’s somewhat doing that. He’s the manager of the nursing home. Everyone always came to Billy for help and just to talk to him if they ever needed to talk.
Billy filled out some paperwork that needed to be filled out. After he had filled some out he left it on his desk and went to check on his dad.
“Good morning dad”
You could hear the harsh wind of winter over the honking cars and the traffic as Billy walked into the nursing home where he worked at and where his dad was being kept.
As soon Billy walked in everyone said hello to him and he said hello back. He walked into his office and took off his coat, hat and his gloves.
Billy is 29 years old, tall, blonde, and really smart. All he ever wanted to do was help people and now he’s somewhat doing that. He’s the manager of the nursing home. Everyone always came to Billy for help and just to talk to him if they ever needed to talk.
Billy filled out some paperwork that needed to be filled out. After he had filled some out he left it on his desk and went to check on his dad.
“Good morning dad”