I am not frightened. No, not me. I’m terrified! I hate the smell of hospitals that mixture of disinfectant and human waste and stale bodies and fear. And I don’t know what I’ll find when I see her. My mother, I mean. Luckily, Auntie Swee Eng is with me. There’s something comforting about her. She makes me feel safe, even when these terrible things are happening. Of course, she’s old but somehow that doesn’t matter. I know that she’ll help me to face whatever it is that waits for me behind that white door