Wild Child

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I saw him first in the doctor’s parking lot, as I was going to the hospital for an emergency. He had big brown eyes like a puppy and curly blond hair. He trotted up, stopped about ten feet away, took a filthy thumb out of his mouth and asked hesitantly, “Mama?”

He wasn’t in too bad condition, meaning he’d just been abandoned. “Well hi, little guy,” I said. “What’s your name?”

He just looked at me gravely. He was very cute and if I’d been on the way out I probably would have taken him home with me. I like blonds, I already had a couple at home. But I was in a hurry. I thought about locking him in my car, but it was pretty clear he wasn’t housebroken.

“Look, just wait around till I’m through, okay?” I asked, knowing he didn’t have enough language skills to understand, and then went up to the ICU. It was a mess, as I’d expected, and I’d pretty much forgotten about the toddler until I got back off the elevator in the parking lot. “Hey, kiddo, you there?”

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