DOT 45 : VULNERABLE

Daniel (7+ years old) 

Tuesday, November 12, 2002

 

The assistant was so absorbed in whatever she was doing, that she was not aware of the tension that had sparked.

“Yeah yeah, okay okay,” 

Mom snapped rudely under her breath. Fighting back angry tears that suddenly burned her eyes, she sulked childishly as she rubbed her arm where he had gripped her.

To make his point, Dad turned to the assistant and said “Thank You” as she was leaving your bay. 

Mom stared in disgust. 

Urgh, how sickening. 

Somebody pass her a kidney dish please, she wanted to throw up. 

She hated it when Dad talked sense. Why did he always have to be like so … saint-like rational, she rolled her eyes in annoyance. If somebody don’t stop her from rolling her eyes soon, she would slip into a coma.

Five minutes must have passed since that haunting groan of pain. You fell asleep after that, and seemed to be resting peacefully. 

Dad and Mom stood by the foot of your bed and watched You sleep. Your chest heaved evenly as You slowly breathed in and out.

Mom’s heart constricted painfully as she silently observed how achingly vulnerable and helplessly innocent You looked, with all the tubes and lines, cables and pads that were connected and attached to your body and limbs. 

 

 With Aunty Jessie's dog, Snowbear, taking a break ...