As I walk through the hospital to the little boy’s room, I wonder if he will like me after this. Of course, it is not my fault, but sometimes six-year-olds don’t think this way.

I try to maintain my composure as I walk into the room. His mother sits nervously in the chair by the bed. Recently, while eating out, the boy felt sick, collapsed, and was brought to the hospital. He is better, but he is about to receive life changing news.

“Well?” Asks the mother, nervously but curiously.

I take a deep breath and turn to adress the boy.

“After much reaserch and tests, we have deemed that you are deathly allergic to kale.”

“YAY! I HATE kale!”