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Friday, 24 July 2020

Heros come in all shapes and sizes!

Everything, and everyone, stopped all of a sudden. The sound of laughter had just turned to shouts of panic. I looked around to see where the source of fear had begun and from the corner of my eye I saw a boy, blood trickling down his face. A girl, smaller than him, standing just behind him, was in shock and eventually started crying. Non-stop. “His little sister,” I assumed. But where was their mother? Ah, here she comes with her children’s ice-creams. She too must’ve been in shock to see her son in his current state as she dropped both ice-creams, and her purse, she ran faster than any other mother in the world to be by his son’s side. Just as I was about to walk over to offer my assistance a loud siren stopped me in my tracks.

He was taken away in an ambulance. His mother and father chatted with the police with their daughter in between them. They stayed like that for a while until their conversation was interrupted by a loud ringtone coming from the mother’s jacket. After a minute or two she raised her frail hand and covered her mouth while tears slowly ran down her face. Her husband gently pulled her in for a hug, while their little girl stood there, watching in silence, unsure of what to do.

“He’s opening his eyes!” a familiar voice exclaimed. The next thing he knew was a bunch of people were towering over him. He tried to sit up but felt numb all over. “Where am I?” he whispered to himself. “You’re in the hospital, buddy,” called out his dad from the end of the bed. The little boy looked around the room from where he was and saw his little sister hiding behind his mum. He tried to smile despite the pain he was feeling, particularly from the left side of his face. “Try not to smile too much, son. You’ve just woken up from a plastic surgery,” his mother half whispered while smiling gently at him. With all this talking, confusion and questions racing through his head, he slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.

“You doing alright back there?” his dad called from the driver's seat. The little boy nodded in unison with his cheerful little sister. Then, after putting their seatbelts on, they drove their way back home. “How’s it feel to  be released from the hospital for the first time, buddy?” his mother asked, smiling brightly. “It feels good,” he replied. Then he felt a small hand grip his jersey softly. “Are, are you sure you’re alright?” his little sister stuttered, staring at her brother seriously. He smiled and pulled her in, half hugging her. “I’ll be fine now,” he responded.

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