The happiest moments about being a child for me were being sick or pretending to ahve illness.My family brought fruits, choclates, fresh milk
that hadn't been a priority when I was in good shape.The sympathizing nurses and doctor's extra cares seemed molding me as little prince in the fantasy books or a celebrity kid with avid fans cheered up around my bed. But aren't all kids allowed to be a prince at least once in their lives? Truthfully yes, expect my upcoming son would do the same, however, I'll be his ward watcher, a tyrant king.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem