Ode To The Sick Child…..

I hate coming here! Every one pretends to be nice, they’re not, especially that one guy.

We drive up every month, Mom counts the change from the green jar and we go get gas, 5 dollars of Ethel. She’s always unhappy on this day. It takes so long to get to Stanford, thIs place scares me.

We wait with other kids, they’re sicker than me, I can tell. We go in a room that smells funny, I hate this room! This is where they test me, and I get shots here too! I cry a lot in here even though I try not. That one guy asks Mom a lot of questions about me and then I go with a lady to get a x-ray. Always the same every time, except this time.

The nurse lady brings me back and Mom is crying, why? The mean doctor says I have stay and Mom is going home! What, Why?

I’m trying to be brave, my tears help so I can’t see Mom crying, I hate this place…..

Me at 7 years old