All In My Family

part 2-september 15, 2016

She dressed in a white oversized pullover on top of a roomy skirt. With a Mona Lisa smile, she looked eerily calm, even unreal. She seemed floatting in the air and moved my way when she saw me, like a night-gowned martyr ready for the volcano.

The grandparents saw us out and onto the car, like we would fly to another city and won't be back for months. They squeeze a handkerchief in her hand as parting gift----for possible crying in hospital. I found this amusing.

White confining walls, stone faced personnel, patients sobbed in pain, masked doctors wielding scalpels like cutting steaks at dinner ....

Sorry. I am pulling your leg here.

Actually it wasn't so much drama at all. And it wasn't even a bad experience. People did a nice simple procedure for ingrown toenail.

The truth is, we had a good time playing moron-test game----we tried so hard not to end up a moron---- We almost forgot why we were there in hospital ---at least I did.

We occasionally raised our heads, noticed some hustle-bustle staff passing through, or some expressionless patients waiting, constantly on alert, expect the guillotine to drop on them any minute. The walls were decorated with cartoon figures.

She then slept for a while, woke up and find her toes bandaged. She scratched her head so hard wondering until head ached, still no clue of what had happened and who she was. She was gladly reminded to be the Princess Unicorn, but headache persisted until a 10-piece chicken nuggets were ordered from her favorite Macdonald.

I climbed the stairs with her on my back to her 2nd floor bedroom, successfully settled her there, unsatisfied, only wish I could have another 10 floors to climb with her.

The day ended happily, knowing she would lie in bed with feet up and no school for next few days. Beautiful.

I bet she is savoring too the relaxing aftertaste of a heck of the day, smiling in the dark.