As I walk into the sanitized room I can hear the children's cheerful laughs. I move further into the room, and I glance at the childish paintings that the kids and I drew last week. The cheeky smiling lion, the swinging monkey, and the winking zebra are all there; painted on the once dull yellow wall. A loud cheery voice calls my name so I rush to answer. Some of the toddlers are sitting on the floor; coloring happily as they babbled, but the source of the call is standing and smiling up to me with his sparkly eyes and hairless head. He giggles when I kiss his forehead and pick him up. He tugs at my hair and points towards the other side of the room, so I walk while he rests his tiny head on my shoulder. I pass around content lads and lasses who chuckle and wave at me, and of course I wave back carefully. I finally reach the little boy's wanted distention. I set him down gently and sit next to him as I pick one of the books. Children gather around me and sit. Their laughs and babbling quiets as I start to read, and their beautiful shiny eyes are wide in excitement and suspense just like every time I read to them. I finish the story, and the dreadful time starts, cancer shots time. I walk to the nurse while seeing the poor sick darlings tearing up, but they don't make a sound. The nurse gives me a sad look as we lead the children out of the colorful room and into a much gloomier room. As we passed people shot the kids bright smiles as if to try to make them gladder. We walk into the big room with loads of beds for them, and they silently their places and lay down, waiting for their shots. I walk toward each one and help her or him to get their gowns on as I tell them small jokes. They laugh as I leave and suddenly the hospital seems to glow with joy.
