Poland and kid story
A young child of about five sat in a hospital waiting area, in his tiny hand he held a maker. Felix's eyes fell on the child. He was not sure why he had chosen to go visit everyone in the small town hospital, but that morning his feet had lead him there. At the moment he was drinking a cup of coffee. When his eyes fell on the child. He watched as the boy drew on the paper in front of him, then the boy looked at his arm and began to write numbers one it. Felix got a horrid flashback of world war two of numbers being tattooed on his people. He got up and sat next to the child. "My dear Bogdon, why are you writing those number on your arm?" the boy smiled up at Felix. "Cuz my grandpa has number like this on his arm and I want to be just like him when I grow up!" the boy said writing more number. Felix sighed and then smiled softly. "How about.." Felix licked his thumb and erasing the numbers "we put this.." he said taking the marker and started to write "on your arm instead?" he finished writing. On the boys arm was written 'jestem kochany( I am loved)' the boy looked at the words and bit his bitten lip. Then looked up at Felix with questionable eyes. "Do you think my grandpa will think I still love him cuz it's not the same?" Felix blink "I think he will love you no matter what you have on your arm." the boy got up "good cuz I am going to go show him now!" he said running over to a room and walking up to the bed and slowly climbing on to it. Felix stood at the doorway, as the boy snuggled up to his grandfather. And whispered to him. The old man looked down at his grandson as the boy showed him his arm with words written on it. The grandfather's eyes filled with tears when the boy said he wanted to be just like him so he wrote this one his arm to prove it. The grandfather smiled at the boy and hugged him. Them the two settled down and the boy soon fell asleep.
The boy's mother walked up behind Felix "hello.." she said as she had known Felix all her life, which in a way she did. "shussss" Felix said with a finger up to his lips the mother looked at the scene. She smiled and linked arms with Felix. After an hour the mother walked up and took the boy home. Felix sat with the grandfather that night. And in the early morning hours, Felix heard the grandfather take one last breath and then silence. Felix knew he had died a happy and proud father and grandfather. Felix leaned over him and kisses his forehead. And he did a tear fell on the old man's face, to where it seemed like he was crying. "Oh no mój brat (my brother),you are done crying. God bless you." Felix said whipping the tear away and standing up and walking away.