She was three. She’d just been released from a distant hospital after life-threatening brain surgery, ready to take on the world again. I was just happy to have her back. Driving to the local mall, I recall her words as if it were yesterday.
“Daddy, can I get a treat?”
As she was understandably spoiled (if there is such a thing), I replied, “Okay honey, but just one.”
Her eyes beamed like the Fourth of July in anticipation of something that only she knew about at the time.
We drove around on a typical seek-and-destroy mission of capturing a parking place. After all, it was Saturday. We landed a fair distance from our destination, and began walking hand-in-hand towards the entrance, her pace gaining momentum with each tiny step.
you’ll find the rest of this heart touching story here: The Girl Who Refused to Fail, Even When Her Brain Did – The Real Us.