Serrah was crying. And she was all alone.
No, not all alone. There were doctors and nurses here. But not the ones she knew from home.
Mommy and Daddy weren’t here. Wascally, her puppy, wasn’t here. She was too sick for them to be here all the time, the doctors said.
Weren’t they supposed to be, when their little girl was sick?
She didn’t want to cry. It made it hard to breathe, and it made her heart hurt. And that made her cry more, and that hurt her…
She tried to look at the picture of Mommy and Daddy, and the one of her and Wascally. But she couldn’t see them with all these tears in her eyes.
That made her cry harder, too.
Serrah wanted to curl into a ball, like she used to when she was little and sad. But now she was almost four, and she had too many tubes and wires in her to curl up without making something beep. The beeping always hurt her ears. She never told that to anyone but Wascally – when she was in the hospital, Mommy and Daddy always looked worried. She didn’t want to make them feel that way any more.
She didn’t want to feel this way, either.But she didn’t know how not to. All she could do was to hold to the quilt she and Mommy had made together. She didn’t know if it made her feel better or worse, to smell home and Wascally in it, but it was something that she knew, and so she breathed in as deeply as she could, and, after a while, her tears stopped, and she started to fall asleep.
It was Dara, her very most favorite nurse. She had short curly dark hair – like the black sheep in the song – and blue eyes that always seemed happy.
She hummed when she came in, but always stopped if Serrah asked her to.
And she always let Serrah know she was here. Some of the nurses didn’t.
‘I’m awake,” she said, but she didn’t ask to sit up. She was tired, and sad, and lonely.
“There’s someone here who wants to say hi to you, if you want company.”
“Mommy and Daddy?” Serrah said, and now she did try to sit up, and, just like that, Dara was there to help her.
But Mommy and Daddy always just came in. Dara shook her head, and her smile was big. “They’ll be here in a little while. This is someone I told about you, someone who wants to be your friend.” Serrah liked that Dara never talked to her in a high voice like most of the nurses and all the doctors did.
“Who is it? ” Serrah asked.
“It’s my friend Iris, and her friend Pequita. Do you want to meet them?”
Serrah nodded. Dara looked like Mommy looked, on Christmas morning. Like she had a wonderful secret.
And she did.
A big girl came in – a girl darker than anybody Serrah knew. Her bright white teeth flashed; her smile was bigger than Dara’s.
And, next to her, on a leash just like Wascally’s, there was a teeny tiny little pony!
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