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 mouth. "Tunnel's

"Here we go."

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

"Wow..."

closely, "What beautiful teeth you have. How did they get so pretty?" Jenna,

lasted only a moment before

"Because I'm Mommy's treasure!"

her gently, charmed by her little

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

fever

unwell, moaned in her sleep, restless

arms, and gently patted her back. "Are you feeling okay,

on the nightstand lit

was a

How's Jenna doing with the medication?

disturb Jenna, Sherilyn replied with one hand

fever, not sleeping well.

tighter, his brow