Standing in Jake's room, the little boy, who I used to play with shows his new friends Francis and Paul his cars. It was my time to leave as I start to fade away, he giggles with his friends and a tear runs down my face. I will always remember Jake, like I remember all the kids before him. I met him in the delivery room, his real mother, a young eighteen year old girl with black hair looked at him through the window, a tear drops from her eyes, she whispered "bye baby" and walked away with an older woman carrying a black bag. An older couple in their thirties walked to the delivery room after the girl left with the nurse and she pointed Jake to them, they were excited and smiled. Another nurse carried the baby to them, his new mom held his tiny body in his arm and said, "hi Jake" and smiled at him, a tear rolled down her eyes.
This parents took him home at night Jake woke up and cried, I held his tiny fingers and he stop crying and I whispered "Hi Jake" and he smiled, he could see me. I held him in my arms and rocked him, I heard his mum coming and put him on his little cot. His mum picked him up, kissed him and took him downstairs, where she sat with his dad.
Jake called me Poppi, I loved that name. He would not do nothing without mee, he speaks to me but his parents think he is talking to himself, his parents wondered who he was talking to and he would say "my friend Poppi, can you see her? she is sitting next to me." I would smile, his parents would nod their head, they could not see me only Jake. We played with cars, ran outside together, played with the sprinklers and he would always shout my name "run faster poppi" or "Poppi come read another story for me", or "Daddy how came there is no cake for Poppi.". I was his best friend he told me everything until he told me the worst news.
"Poppi I will start school soon, mummy said I will make new friends. I told mummy you were my friend and she said real friends. Promise me you will never leave me."
I said "promise" and I hugged him Deep down I knew he would leave me, like all the other kids.
He told me about his first day of school, his teachers name and he wished I was there with him. Then the day I dreaded came. They day when the parents allow their children to bring home their real friends. That is the day I am ignored, forgotten and disappear. Jake's mother called him, he ran pass me followed by his friends as they giggle, touched his blond hair for one last time. He asked his mum if he could ride his bicycle to Pauls house after tea time and his mum agreed. I stood in front of the window, he and his friends climb on to bicycles and rode down they street. I faded away and whispered "bye Jake".
Found myself back at the hospital again all teary and sad. Assigned to a baby girl called Selina I knew she was going to have tea parties with her dolls. I smiled again and walked to her little cot where her parents were looking at her. I walked closer to Selina's ear and said "Hello" and she giggle the journey continues.