Today's OneWord: Recovery

The doctor told us that Sasha should make a full recovery in two weeks. Until then, all we could do was spend time with her. Sasha's older brother, Cole, had just returned from a six month tour in Afghanistan. He never wanted to leave her side. He brought her a vase of tulips and left them by her hospital bed, and one night, I caught him singing a made up little ditty to get her to sleep. It was like they were young again, sledding in the mountains and smiling arm in arm.

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