This hospice place is nicer than the hospital.

It’s noisy in the hospital. People rush around. They only let me stay a little bit.

What’s going on?

Something is wrong.

Dad’s crying again. Louder this time.

Why are my Uncles and Aunties crying too?

Why is Poppa crying? I’ve never seen him cry before. Nanna is crying too.

Mama, why is everyone crying?

Mama, wake up. Mama. Wake up.

They all look sad. They cry real loud. Like me when I hurt my big toe.

Was it something I did?

Makes me want to cry too.

One of those nice ladies has come in to check on Mama.

They all look different but they all wear blue. Mama called them nurses.

They all are nice to me.

They’re all saying that Mama is gone, but she’s right there in front of me.

Silly grown-ups. Can’t they see she’s still in bed? Dad’s still holding her hand.

Okay, Aunty. I’ll go for a walk with you to the shop.

Hey, there’s a lady dressed like a clown. Clothes. Lots of colours, like a rainbow. The long hair is colourful too. Mama would laugh at the Lady Clown.

Why is there a Clown in the hospice? I want to talk to her.