- Harry AnderS -
'Born to be a King 1'
An inspirational fantasy
A retired psychotherapist meets a severely burnt little Gypsy boy, and takes him into his house. The boy turns out to be the Heir to the Throne.
Chapter 27 ended with:
"The face doctor did a wonderful job, Dad... I can see that I'm having a very nice nose now, and the swelling will go away within a few weeks. It's a funny pug nose, just as the doctor promised...
He started to sob; and I held him close, very careful not to hurt his bruises.
"I am really tired, Dad. I think your baby will have some more sleep..."
He tried to throw his small arms around my neck, but was just too tired...
Chapter 28. Recuperation, Nicky's present, nobody recognizes my son.
The first day, little Harry was too tired to do more than sit on my lap and lie down on his bed.
"They are really loving me, aren't they?"
"I am absolutely sure about that! They are impatiently waiting for you."
He was silent for a long time, and now and then he stared at the picture...
I told him about our visit to the amusement park, and that his friends wanted to go home because it was no fun without him...
"Did they? I hope not? I would have told them: 'have fun, and next time I want to join you'!"
"That's exactly what Nicky said! He seems to know you..."
I told him about the merry-go-round, and he thought I was really an old man, to be dizzy that soon!
"That is very difficult, Dad, as they are adjusting those things to make it nearly impossible to catch anything."
He was very interested in the colored caravan, but thought it couldn't be a Gypsy one because he didn't recognize its model.
I helped him urinate in a plastic bottle, and he thought that was fun.
"That hurts, Dad! I think they have operated me there as well."
Anyway, he trusted me absolutely, and knew I would stop immediately the very moment it would hurt him too much.
The second day, the doctor performed a couple of tests, just to be sure.
That evening, little Harry suddenly thought about the surprise box from his friends.
"Dad, how do you count half-surprise-presents? Or, is that impossible..."
"Do you have a sharp knife, of a huge pair of scissors?"
"You are no fun! How can you divide the remaining five ones? I am stuck after twelve days and twenty-four presents..."
I let him think for another moment, and he came up with a solution all by himself:
"The first five days, I will unwrap three presents a day; and then, for the remaining days, two presents a day."
I nearly ruffled his hair, but could restrain myself just in time and softly stroked it.
'for my freind harry from nicky'
He unwrapped it, and stared in awe at a small teddy bear, carrying a belt with 'I LOVE YOU' around its waist.
The next day, the nurses brought us a television set and a couple of children's books.
More tests turned out to be far better than everybody expected, and his body healed nicely.
"Never before have I seen a small boy heal that fast after such a major surgery! I can't explain what's happening... It is a medical miracle!"
I thought I heard Jack somewhere in my head, chuckling...
"We have helped him, just as I promised... Now, be happy, and take your newborn son home."
The next morning, we went home.
I set up the front seat with two pillows, so that little Harry could look outside without craning his neck.
After an hour, little Harry started to feel stiff and wanted to move around.
"They don't even look at me, Dad. Nobody seems to like my new face..."
"Well, that only proves you're having a NORMAL face now, just like any other boy your age."
"I know, Dad, but I think I'm too used to all the nurses looking at me and complimenting my new appearance..."
I smiled, ruffled his hair, and was proud of my newborn son with his normal face.
We nibbled a cookie, drank our coffee and lemonade, went back to our van, and drove off.
"Where are John and Nicky and Davey? Don't they know I'm home today?"
"You are a week early, remember? Nobody is expecting us today. And, besides, all your friends are at school..."
"Oh yeah, you are right. Vacation is over, and I forgot to phone them in time..."
He looked a bit disappointed, took Teddicky, and slid down from his throne.
"I think you are too tired. Do you want to lie down for a while?"
He nodded, and started to sob.
"Where is Teddicky?"
I hurried down to get the precious stuffed little teddy bear.
I brewed a cup of coffee; and went to my computer to have a look at my e-mails.
Three hours later, a sleepy looking and yawning little boy showed up and leaned into me:
"What are you doing?"
"I'm telling my readers about YOU. I'm describing how we met, and how you started to live here."
"I've put part of the story onto a forum, and all my readers are telling me it's beautiful!"
"Teddicky wants to write his own beautiful story, about a little Gypsy Bear..."
"Yes, I know. I've promised to help you write your own series of books, called 'Born as a Prince'."
"Teddicky wants to write 'Born to be a Teddy'..."
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and little Harry stormed to the front door.
"Hello? Is Harry Anders in? Don't bother; and I know the way..."
He passed little Harry, and went straight to the living room:
"Hello, Dad! I didn't expect you to be home so soon. Do you have any news about Harry? When will he be home?"
A very surprised looking little boy appeared in the doorway, with his mouth agape...
"Hello, it's nice to meet you. I am John, and who are you?"
Little Harry looked perplexed; and, for the first time in years, he had to search for words:
"Wha... what... why... you don't know who I am? You really don't recognize me?"
"Huh? I should know you? You... But... No, that's impossible... Really? YOU are HARRY?"
"Yes, of course I'm Harry, silly! Who else did you expect to be here?"
"But... Then you are a week early, and your face looks totally different! I can hear it's Harry's voice, but I don't recognize you... Are you really Harry?"
Both boys fell into each other's arms, and started to cry heartbreakingly.
The doorbell rang again, and John told little Harry:
"Go open the door, but don't say a word! Let's look who will be able to recognize you..."
Little Harry grinned, and went to the front door with little fun lights in his eyes.
"Hello, Dad. I saw our van, parked in the driveway... When will Harry be home? I miss him..."
He turned around, and looked at little Harry without a sign of recognition:
"I don't think I've seen you before? Who are you?"
Little Harry couldn't keep a straight face any more, and started to laugh:
"You REALLY don't recognize me, after all the things we have done together?"
Davey stared at the strange boy, and slowly shook his head...
"Then, you must be HARRY... I can't believe my own eyes... Are you REALLY Harry, with a totally different face?"
"Of course, silly. Who else would be here to open the door and let you in?"
"Wow! Your new face is beautiful! Now, you are looking normal, finally..."
They hugged each other, and started to dance around the room.
"Don't say a word! I think that's Nicky..."
He went to the front door, and we heard him open it.
"HARRY! You are HOME! I've missed you so badly! Your new face is perfect! What did you think when you got my special present?"
Nicky and little Harry appeared in the doorway, having their arms around each other's shoulders.
"Harry's new face is beautiful, Pop! I nearly didn't recognize him, until I saw my special present in his hand..."
They went to the computer, and tried to wriggle into the same chair...
"Ouch, that hurts! Sorry, Nick, but my body is still bruised from the surgery..."
"Ohhh... Is it very painful? Can I do something to help you? Perhaps some ice?"
"No, thanks; and the pain is already gone. But, it WAS painful! I think I'll wait for another week before trying again..."
They went back to our couch; and little Harry climbed onto my lap, still rubbing his right hip.
John and Davey went to the kitchen to prepare a couple of sandwiches, spiced with little Harry's herbs.
"You've learned quite a lot, since I showed you how to do them. How are my herbs?"
"You didn't look at your herbs yet? They are nearly overgrowing your garden! Nicky went to them a couple of times a day, and always told them everything about your operations and when you would be home again..."
All of us went outside, and looked at the abundantly flourishing herbs garden.
"Ouch! My hip is painful, and now I'm feeling dizzy. I think I want to lie down, because I'm still very tired..."
I took my tired son into my arms, and carried him upstairs to our waterbed.
"Sorry, Dad; for being such a nuisance. Will you excuse everybody, and tell them to come back tomorrow? I think I'm not healed enough..."
"You are NOT a nuisance to me, and I will LOVE to pamper my beautiful baby for another couple of days! Now close your eyes, and have some more sleep..."
"When will I go to school? I want to be in the same class as Nicky."
"I want to keep you home for the remainder of the week, to heal some more first. Next week, you will accompany Nicky to school. Is that okay?"
He nodded, closed his eyes, and fell asleep with a smile on his tired face and Teddicky in his arms.
I told the boys to be very quiet, so as not to wake him up.
An hour later, a yawning small boy climbed onto my lap, absently caressing Teddicky:
"What are we going to eat? I'm too tired to cook dinner today..."
"What do you think about ordering pizzas?"
He went to the phone, and professionally ordered one big pizza with everything on it except for those salty anchovy fishes.
"That's what my own people are always doing, Dad. After we've eaten an animal, we're always burping loudly to thank its spirit."
"I think that is a good habit; but, in our country, don't try to burp when you're having company..."
He grinned, and went to his surprise box to play with a couple of small games.
We decided to go to bed early, because both of us were tired.
Again, I looked at his new face, which was so soft and clean.
Thank you for reading the next chapter of this story 'Born to be a King 1 - My little Gypsy Prince.
Please, have a look at my children's series, about the same little Gypsy boy growing up in a secluded place in the Rumanian mountains; this time seen from his own point of view.
Just click this link to go there and read the latest and rewritten versions (recommended)!
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I wish you lots of Love in your Life, and Profound Peace in your Heart.