The kid who asked about his fish before the medics came

Had a call today — nothing special, just a panic attack — but the kid on the line, maybe nine years old, kept asking if his goldfish would be okay while they took his mom away. I said yes without knowing. I still think about the sound of his voice, more worried about that fish than the siren outside his window. Some days the job is just small kindnesses you don't get to see land.