Questa è Enida

Today was supposed to be a big day for my girl. She had been anticipating, waiting for, looking forward to this day and practising her Mandarin for many weeks. She was going to sing the national anthem of China at the school assembly wearing her bright red cheongsam. Big deal, supposedly.

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She was going to show off her ‘lau lei’ in Mandarin to me, singing ever so proudly on the stage while I was going to tape her proudly – to show it to Daddy and show it off to Grandma in the hospital and everyone else. (It’s the chinese blood in me talking now, with pride, of course.)

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It was going to be a special day, but my special girl is lying in bed burning a flame of 39 degrees Celcius. She can’t sing, her throat is hurting. She can’t get up, her body is aching. I can’t watch, my heart is breaking. While Daddy…Daddy’s in Europe with his new flame, planning his next move, progressively leaning towards a future without us.

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I just got some Tylanol into her and if her temperature does not come down in 2 hours, I am going to have to do some Dr-Ananda magic trip-o-tricks. I’ll walk if I can’t run, and I’ll creep if I can’t soar…to put out the flame of 39 degrees Celcius and still make today a special day for my girl.

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I’ve got what it takes.
I’ve got sunshine on a clowdy day.

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