Jenna’s words haunt me every day, “Daddy, I woke with another headache.”
I knew this was more than a simple case of measles. My once lively Jenna was listless, her temperature high.
Day after day I sat by her hospital bed, my gloved hand holding hers afraid if I let go she would slip away. It was only measles. I didn’t know it could result in encephalitis.
One morning, I stirred on my bedside seat.
“Daddy, I’m hungry.”
Such simple words, such incredible joy.
Jenna doesn’t walk as well as before but she knows I’ll be there when she needs me, her hand in mine.
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