June 18, 2012 - Moment (A Diary)
I have just finished another episode of the dreaded physiotherapy. Lifting my good leg up and down, folding and unfolding it, pushing the cute guy's hand backwards. They seem to be nothing at all; they are quite easy. Things you can do without meaning to. But they brought tears to my eyes. By the time the fifteen minutes was over my heart was almost out of its chamber. He said I did a great job and gaining strength. I don't feel so......or his departure because I can feel something different; something or someone that was not there before. And then I saw her, all wrapped in bloodied or iodine stained white bandages. She couldn't be more than ten. She was staring at me. The only parts of her body uncovered are her face, right hand and foot. Even her face is partially burnt. She smiled and waved. I wiped my tears and waved back. Tears and screams are not strange or shameful here. They are major info on the membership card. She mouthed sorry and I smiled back. I asked her name and she whispered it. I didn't get it until the lady beside me repeated it. She occupies the third bed to my left. She promised to come play with me afterwards. I asked if she could move around she said yes. I know she wouldn't be able to keep her promise because thirty minutes later, one of the nurses came to dress her wounds. Dear Diary, I can still hear her screams and pleadings in my head. I can't stop wondering what happened to her and when she got here. One thing I don't need to wonder is, I can't bear her screams because I was still sobbing long after she has stopped crying. What a painful world.
