Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

In the evening, Sherilyn bathed Jenna and then tucked her into bed, gently drying her daughter's hair with a soft towel.

As she was about to finish, Sophia walked in with a medicine cup. "Time for your medicine, Jenna."

Jenna pouted and snuggled closer to her mom. "Mommy, it tastes yucky."

No one enjoys taking medicine, especially not someone as young as Jenna.

In the beginning, when Jenna was first diagnosed, Sherilyn had to be incredibly creative to coax her into taking her medicine.

But over time, Jenna had learned to take it without making a fuss.

Sherilyn felt a wave of tenderness for her daughter, recognizing the plea for comfort. "I know it's not the best, but it's like a superhero, you know."

She touched Jenna's nose gently. "They're fighting the bad guys making you sick. Haven't you been feeling a bit better lately?"

"Yeah." Jenna blinked her big, watery eyes in agreement.

"So..." Sherilyn pointed to Jenna's mouth, "let's open the tunnel and let the superheroes in to keep protecting you, okay?"

"Okay."

then bravely

"Here we go."

quickly gave her the medicine, and Jenna took a big gulp of water from her bottle, then opened her mouth wide.

"Wow..."

teeth you have. How did they get so

the confusion lasted only a moment before

"Because I'm Mommy's treasure!"

laughed, embracing her daughter and rocking her gently, charmed by her little girl's sweet

was Jenna's first night on a new medication, Sherilyn was extra vigilant, periodically checking

noticed Jenna's fever was

unwell, moaned in her sleep, restless and tossing

arms, and gently patted her back. "Are you feeling okay, sweetie? Don't worry, Mommy's here." Jenna, half-asleep, nestled on her mother's shoulder,

phone on the

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Jenna doing with the medication? Let me know

with one

a slight fever, not sleeping

phone tighter, his brow