You're observing two children suffering from cancer organising a wheelchair race in a hospital corridor, to which she composed the following bertso:

Hospital hontan sartu zirala, denbora joan da luzaro: abuztu, irail eta urria bihurtu zaie azaro, ta zai-zai daude noiz irtengo edo noiz aginduko “akabo!”.

Elkarri nola deitzen dioten “burusoiltxo!” Eta “kalbo”, minbizi duten bi umeeri begira-begira nago.

Denborarako egin zieten laguntxoei despedida eta orain biak hemen dabiltza juerga, salto, buelta, biba.

Zuen umeak indartsu dira hemen ez da deus amaitu ze bizitzeko gogoa dunak bizitzea lortzen baitu I am left mouth agape and with eyes wide you have been in this hospital for a long time August, September and October have turned into November, and them wondering when it's time to leave or call an end Calling each other "baldie" and "baldielocks", I am looking after two children with cancer.

They bade farewell to their little friends for the time being and here they are having a ball, jumping and turning with a yippie aye yay.

Not wanting to cry in front of them and unable to control their tears they move away from the children and then their eyes turn wet.