Final

"Oh... thank.. you.. I guess." Tom said, a bit flustered before looking around for anyone who could pass for her mother. If she was an adult, he would have  thought she was hitting on him. What did a 3 or 4 years old girl know? 

She didn't look like a patient. She wore a yellow chiffon gown, white socks with black shoe and a yellow ribbon on her hair. She was very girly and adorable. He had always imagined having a daughter like her.

"What are you doing here alone? Where is your mother?" He crouched down to meet her height and asked. 

"She was talking to the doctor so I escaped." She giggled before putting her hand around his neck. 

"What are you doing?" He asked in surprise.

"Are you married, Uncle?" She asked with shiny eyes. 

"Why?" He asked in confusion. Was it possible she was hitting on him? He wondered in surprise. 

"Because my mummy isn't married too." 

"O...kay?" He said and waited for her to continue.