My lil' buddy

I have a little buddy at work. He's 2. He came in as a suspected abuse case. He had surgery for his injuries and is doing quite well clinically. I had him as a patient shortly after he was admitted and he was very ill. We seemed to bond at that time as I spent a lot of time with him being that he seemed ignored by his caretakers. When I went to work this week, I was assigned to the other end of our unit to care for some of our intermediate kiddos. I enjoy working at that end, but I missed my little buddy. Anyhoo, yesterday I heard his loud distinct squaky laugh coming quickly down the hallway. I looked over my shoulder and said his name enthusiastically as I crouched down to his level. He ran up to me with his arms wide open and gave me a huge hug.
This is why I do what I do.