"POOR, PAPA!"

My little one stared at me wide eyed when I told her the news that her grandpa had a broken wrist. She of course threw me a hundred more questions after. And it didn't end there, she waited for him to come home from the fall he said he got that resulted to the fracture. It actually is not definite yet if sprained or fractured at that time but when they had it checked the doctor who said it is, with a proof of an X-ray. A small one but still truly affecting since he is left handed (except in writing after his mom pushed him to do so when he was still a kid) and so it is his left arm he used to take the fall.
My Anya still have the last words as we are all tending to her grandpapa, "Poor, Papa!"