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my response. It doesn’t
sit right with me to see her having a sad face. She’s mighty cute
when she smiles. Even a little dimple appears.
I want to see that dimple again, so I say,
“Only for a bit, though. Now it doesn’t hurt at all.”
Her dimple reappears and my mood brightens
again
“Can I write something on it?” she asks
cheerfully, poking at my cast again.
“Oh, yeah, sure.” I pull out my favorite
black ballpoint pen from my backpack. “Will this do?”
She looks up at me with her big glaring
eyes. “Do you have a pink color?”
“No.” I hold out my black pen again. “Only
this black one.”
She grins at me and takes the pen from my
hand.
I wish I could bend my back. I haven’t a
clue what she’s writing on my cast. I hope it’s not anything
nasty.
“What’s your name?” she asks randomly.
“Zac,” I tell her.
She lifts her head and grins again. “Then
I’ll call you Zacky. Okay? After Zacky ducky, my little toy duck I
have at home for when I bathe.”
I don’t know if I’m pleased to be nicknamed
after her honorable bath duck, but her smile really lights up my
dull day, so I agree.
“Sure.”
She gives me her signature grin again, then
crouches down and proceeds with her doodle. After another minute,
she stands up and gives me the biggest and flashiest grin that
shows all her teeth.
“All done.” She moves aside for me to view
her artistic work.
On my cast is written in a child’s writing, Get well soon, Zacky. Love, Moon, with lots of curlicues and
hearts.
My vision is a bit watery after this. I know
I’m not crying, but what the hell? When she turns away, I take the
opportunity to wipe my eyes clean.
Yep, I’m definitely a crybaby. I’m reduced
to a crying toddler just because a little girl writes little love
doodles on my cast.
“Your name is Moon?” I ask, finding my voice
a bit choked up.
“No.” She shakes her head and perches
herself next to me again. “It’s Monica. But my aunt said I was born
on the night of the full moon, so she calls me Moon. Plus, I like
that name better. Don’t you think so, Zacky?”
“Yeah. I like that name too. Easy to
say.”
“Mmmm.” She agrees and starts swinging her
legs back and forth, hiding her little pink shoes from my eyes like
they’re playing peek-a-boo beneath her long skirt. Actually, that
reminds me… What’s a little kid doing in hospital all by
herself?
“Where are your parents?” I ask in
concern.
She shakes her head. “Mummy’s not here.
She’s at work.”
“Then who are you with?”
“I’m here with Gigi and Vivi. They’re busy
talking to the doctor. I got bored so I came out here to play.”
“Well, then you better stay here with me and
play. We’ll wait until Gigi or Vivi come to pick you up. Okay?”
I’m not sure who Gigi or Vivi is, but they
better come and collect Moon fast. It’s not safe for a guardian to
leave a little child by herself. I know I won’t be leaving until
someone comes and gets her.
“What shall we play?” she asks.
“How about I Spy?” I suggest.
What? It’s not like I’m into spying people
or things. It’s just that’s the first game that entered my mind.
Plus, it requires no pens and paper. Well, I have the pen, but no
paper. Unless we use my discharge papers, which will not be the
case.
“Ooooh, I like that game. I’ll start first,
okay?”
“Go for it,” I say.
Moon starts looking around the waiting room
and then she turns to me and grins. “I got it. I’ll start now,
okay?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“I spy with my little tiny eyes something
beginning with the letter Z.”
Z, now what can that be?
I look around the room. There’s nothing that
begins with the letter Z. There’s no zebra toy in the kid’s
section. For the life of me, I can’t think of what it is.
Oh, this little girl is smart. She has me
trapped in her paws.
Moon is busy sniggering on the side. I flip
a look at her. She bursts out laughing. Wait, I got it.