The Clown

I was ten when I got sick.
Took a while for the doctors to figure out it was cancer.
Almost too long.
Every week, during the treatments, Jacob the Clown came by to do tricks. Silly things, cheering us up, made us forget for a while.
Walking to the bathroom, I saw him in the hall, wiping off his makeup.
I sat down, talked to him.
He told me about his daughter, wife, father…
Now he’s got cancer. But when he still can, he visits the kids ward.
Even in between treatments.
Some flowers for his grave?
Yeah, squirting flowers.