Loosely based upon real events.
A short two hours later, I am shown into a room with more dividers than it was designed to fit. They’re going to splint my arm, just in case. An assistant should be with me shortly. Opposite of me, behind a curtain, a phone call is taking place. Insane noise is coming from the other end of the line, but a female voice answers calmly. ‘Mama is at the hospital right now, because the doctors are going to make me better, alright?’ Under the curtains something bright catches my eye. ‘I need you to stop crying, Suzzanna.’ It’s the yellow ballerinas from that lady! ‘You can’t listen to me if you’re crying like that sweetie.’
‘It’s okay. Yes, all better the doctor said.’
Not a shred of negative emotion in her voice.
‘Shh, don’t cry sweetie. I need you to be strong, okay?’
‘Mama loves you.’
‘Grandma is going to make you dinner, right? Can you put grandma on the phone sweetheart?’
There was the subtlest of cracking in her voice.
‘Don’t cry now, you’re a strong girl aren’t you?’
‘I’ll be back soon honey. Can you pass the phone to grandma now please?’
‘Suzzanna, please pass the phone to grandma.’
Silence. Then sobbing.