There is one question that I ask Little Edison almost every day. It goes “How’s school today, Son?” His standard reply is “Good, Mama!”, and then he will go on explaining what he did at school, what he eat at school, etc.
Last Monday, I was sick and admitted to the hospital. Because of that, I didn’t send him to school and V took over the duty. When I said goodbye to him, he looked sad and disappointed.
Then, I spent the entire afternoon in the hospital, seeing two specialists, did some tests and scans. In order to make a claim from my insurance company, I had to stay in the hospital for at least 6 hours. I thought as long as I can go home at night, it is okay.
I was discharged at 7pm, so I quickly called V to fetch me. Half an hour later, he arrived at the hospital with Little Edison. They haven’t had their dinner yet, so we drove to a nearly food court for dinner.
And I asked Little Edison, “How are you today, Son?” He looked at me and said, “Not good, Mama.” I was puzzled with his non-standard reply. “I’m worried about you. Is it because you’re sick?” He went on asking what happened to me.
He looked at the two plasters on my hand, and he asked “Is this painful, Mama?”
I was deeply touched. I was in tears. My little boy is so grown-up now, and he is so concerned about me. He knows what is going on in our family, and he’s no longer a small boy who only cares about eat and play. I was happy, and I’m proud of him.
We had a late dinner that day. He had a bowl of noodle all by himself, and I was certain that he must be hungry. But he didn’t complain at all.
My son is so sensible. He is my little star. He is my little hero.