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."

lips and then bravely opened her

"Here we go."

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

"Wow..."

you have. How did they get so pretty?" Jenna,

a moment before she hugged her mom, smiling

"Because I'm Mommy's treasure!"

rocking her gently, charmed by her little

on a new medication, Sherilyn was extra vigilant, periodically checking on her daughter throughout the night for signs

noticed Jenna's fever was a

moaned in her sleep,

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 whimpers

the nightstand

was a message from

How's Jenna doing with the medication? Let me

with one hand while holding her daughter with

a slight fever, not sleeping well. Needs to

phone tighter,