They moved us to the children’s wing. Some lady with a clip board asked me an obscene number of questions (do we have to do this now?). She finally left, and there we were; my little man in his bright blue cast. He looked sad. I held his hand. I tried not to focus on the cast, but I couldn’t help it. He was happy to see his grandpas, and perked up a little more when they brought him a popsicle. That night he finally let out a smile as if to say ‘the world is not over, I’ll be ok.’
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