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

"Here we go."

a big gulp of water from her bottle, then opened her mouth wide.

"Wow..."

How did they get so pretty?" Jenna, slightly confused, blinked her beautiful eyes. Wasn't Mom supposed

the confusion lasted only a moment before she hugged her mom,

"Because I'm Mommy's treasure!"

daughter and rocking her gently,

was extra vigilant, periodically checking on

noticed Jenna's fever was

feeling unwell, moaned in her sleep, restless

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 nightstand lit

was a message

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

to disturb Jenna, Sherilyn replied with one hand while holding

not sleeping well. Needs

his phone tighter, his brow