A long post after a very long time. Please read it. I hope you all like it.
"Em, I'm here!", I yelled as I entered the room. It was a pale blue room with a white colored wooden bed, white mattress and blue sheets on it, a white colored sofa, pale blue corner table and an attached bathroom. Yes, although it was simple, it was very different from other hospital rooms. On the wall, there were stickers of her favourite Disney princesses and a few other colorful stickers which she loved. Hospitals usually don't allow it but this was a special one. I saw the seven year old angel sleeping peacefully clutching her favourite teddy bear. I smiled. Emma was the bravest and strongest girl I had ever met; and of course the most beautiful too, inside out.
I remember the first time I met her. I went to visit her brother Sam for an assignment of our school. We were chosen as partners by the teacher and didn't know we'd become the best friends. We were twelve then. I knocked at the door and it was opened by Sam, wearing a faded blue shorts and a white tank top. His hairs were messy and eyes tired, as if he was having a hard time doing something. A little girl around two years, wearing a cute pink frock, came running adorably, her hazel eyes glowing with happiness, and the ginger red curls dancing on her head. When she saw me, she hid behind Sam's legs and tucked on his T shirt, silently asking who I was. He introduced me, "Em, she's my friend, Melanie." I guess it was hard for her to call my name, so she just came to me, asked my shyly "Can I call you Mel?" in her cute baby voice. That was the moment I fell in love with her.
After that day, whenever I used to visit Sam, half of my time was for her. I used to play 'dolls' with her or watch her favourite movie with her or do just anything and everything to make her happy. She was like that soap bubble filled with cheerfulness, which would spread happiness wherever it would burst. There was an aura around her. Even a depressed person wanting to die, would start seeing the positivity of life. That was the magic in her. In past 5 years, I've never seen her cry. Once we took her to the park, a guy pushed her off the swing and she got hurt, blood oozing out of her knee and elbow. Instead of sitting there and crying like usually kids do, she went up to him, slapped him, hard and made him say sorry. She was four then. The other day, Sam and her came to pick me up. There was this guy, of my age, bothering me just coz he hated me. Before I could think of doing anything, Emma came running, stood before me and threatened him in her baby voice, added with a cute scowl and her small finger pointing at him, to not even dare touch me or he'd have to face her wrath. The guy ended up saying sorry to her cute bravery, chuckling the whole time and we are on talking terms now. She was just five then.
Last time when I met her at their home, we were all watching her favourite movie Frozen for I guess the 30th time, when she all of a sudden fainted. When we took her to the hospital, she was diagnosed with leukemia and the doctor had given his statement. I still remember that moment. The doctor had said that she had just three months left and only a miracle could save her. We were devastated. We were both shivering; and just holding each other, trying to give as much comfort as we could, while crying for something about which we couldn't do anything. But we didn't lose hope. We had asked the doctor to start the treatment even if there wasn't anything he could do. We couldn't give up on her till she has even a breath left. These three months were hard, trying to make her time worth and controlling our pain in front of her, just so she wouldn't have any reason to be upset about. When we first told her, she didn't say anything. Just went inside the room and closed the door behind her. After 10 minutes, there was a resolute spunk in her tone as she said, "Nothing will happen to me, I'm gonna fight." There, she was giving hope to us when it was supposed to be vice versa. I visited her every day and spent as much time as I could.
She said she'd fight and she really did. Not just she fought, she won. And now, it has been almost five months. The doctor had already declared that she had miraculously defeated the cancer. Though it could come back anytime so special care is needed to be taken, she did it this time. We were already ecstatic. In a few days, she'd come back home. She doesn't have a single hair left on her head, but she seems even more beautiful. The bravery and toughness she possesses is her asset, the determination she had was the only thing which helped her fight for herself. We're both proud of her.
Yesterday I saw a video of a dalit woman stripped naked in public and taken out on the road by many Men who were wearing bright colored clothes, beat her, kicked her, shamed her naked in public. Human beings where is our humanity ? Animals are better than us.