The man who cannot be moved

somewhere in this presence
told me a little while ago that my daughter was fine and that they had taken her to the hospital, I was sitting on a wooden chair when they told me about her, I was sitting alone, in the middle of that hall, I turned everywhere, there were no windows, no Nothing but those wooden walls that resemble the floor of the hall, I turned back in a partial rotation, and I noticed some distance away from a group of people sitting on close chairs, separated from me by a wooden barrier, they were talking to each other, their talk was almost heard, and when they noticed me they turned I mean a collective turn and they paused. They gave me a strange look as if I was guilty of something. I was afraid of those looks, so I turned to the front again, and then after a while, naively a little boy I looked back at them, they were looking at me strangely, and some of them were laughing