"Hello? This is the nurse from BlankBlankA-Blankell..."
Oh dear. Who threw up?
"...and I have Nicholas here with me."
Maybe he is just congested.
"He took a fall on the playground."
FLASHBACK. Six years ago. Preschool. Same words, different child. Andrew's nose is broken on rickety bridge. Oh dear!
"Is he okay? What happened?" I blurt out.
"Well, he took a tumble onto the woodchips while he was playing on a piece of equipment. He scratched the left side of his face from his eye down to his cheek."
"He's okay, Mom. I just wanted you to know."
Did you read my mind?
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. He's being Nicholas- happy and chatting away."
"Well...give him a hug for me."
Letting go is so hard.
1 comment:
Oh No!! I remember my lil brother always & I mean always getting hurt. More so than us girls. i guess its part of being a boy. He'll have lots of stories to tell when he's older.
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