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."

and then bravely opened her

"Here we go."

took a big gulp

"Wow..."

you have. How did they get so

lasted only a moment before she hugged her mom, smiling

"Because I'm Mommy's treasure!"

laughed, embracing her daughter and rocking her gently, charmed

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

noticed Jenna's fever was a bit

her sleep, restless

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, her

phone on the nightstand

was a message from

wake you? Just wanted to check in. How's Jenna doing with the medication? Let me know if there's anything

replied with one hand

running a slight fever, not sleeping well. Needs to

his phone tighter, his brow furrowed