I should have asked for his name, but I didn’t. Instead, I finished my ice creams and wrote his mom’s name, winking at the sky and hoping it will stay here forever so he can look at it and remember. On that day, I came home bouncing, slipping through the back door and sleeping tightly. And the next day, I decided to be a doctor who can do the impossible, so I won’t see boys sad like him anymore. Or at least try.
