I like my job.

Or I used to.

All I want is to sit with Bella now that she's allowing me to visit. A lot of the wait and sees have been answered. She can speak. Rehabilitation has her back on her feet, though she uses a walker.

Then there's her mind.

It's been another week, and nothing has changed.

She's a good sport.

Though she still hasn't held Masie.

Pretty sure today is the day.

Our daughter is adorable in her frilly pink dress.

Tiny socks.

Toothless smile.

Wide brown eyes.

I buckle her in.

We're on our way.