Gifts

I’ve always had a special relationship with medicine. As a kid, I often had to undergo tests to determine my accurate condition. To better break the news to me, my parents sometimes connected a checkup with a gift. I got the fourth Harry Potter this way, and read it while waiting for an especially harsh examination. However, with all due respect to The Boy Who Lived, the best gift I ever got after being a young patient was a building game. I saw it in one of the clinics I was treated at, and got hooked. My parents, an engineer and a math lecturer, obviously loved it. When I woke up after the next medical event, I was still quite blurry and recovering from the anesthesia. But I saw my parents standing next to me with a box in a familiar shape. I smiled, then fell asleep again as they rolled my bed somewhere else.