So I'm at the back of the room, trying to help a woman.
I hear a cough coming from the front.
I actually think it's the old man at the counter having a heart attack.
The woman keeps talking.
I know this is not a normal cough.
No one is around.
Too much not around.
It's the "special" boy--puking.
First on the computer.
Then the carpet.
I leave the woman and run to get him a trash can.
I keep thinking, No one helped him.
The adults close by--nope.
He stands there--
I'm holding the trash can, petting his back--like any good momma would do--
telling him he'll be ok.
He told me to speed dial #3 mom.
Dad at work.
Grandma had to pick up.
With eventual help,
it was all cleaned up.
Taken care of.
And that special boy--probably 13, but mentally 4--
thanked me --full name and all.
"Happiness is only real when shared".....from Into the Wild
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