Letters to Mildred

Letters to Mildred
by Sandra Eason

I wish Mildred could talk. She scares me when she looks at me the way she does sometimes. She has love in her eyes and a calm look on her face some of the time, and at other times, she looks like she gets possessed by the devil. Her eyes just glare! At those times, she actually growls like an animal and then she will laugh like she's crazy; maybe she is.

They told me she would hit, bite, kick, and spit on me. Mildred's rap sheet wasn't very impressive. She has ran off almost every other health care worker from every agency.