these two sisters.
one who hasn't ever had a surgery, and will have her first tomorrow.
another who's been down that road before. not once, not twice, but four times already.
"it's gonna be alright ashie. don't be sad. your friends are going to miss you, you have to go see them today. they'll make you cards. and tell you to get well soon. it's okay. don't be sad."
these two can be at each others throats all day long, bickering until you wish you could be deaf, but if one needs a little tender loving care, you better believe that the other will be up for the task.
she's struggling to hold back the tears today. and didn't want anything to do with going to school. she's scared. she doesn't want to be put to sleep and she doesn't want yucky medicine. :(
say a little prayer for her, would ya?
adenoids come out tomorrow.