Later that evening, I found myself in the dimly lit hospital room, where my parents were caring for Aria. The steady beep of the monitors and the antiseptic smell of the hospital filled the air. Aria lay in the bed, her small form looking even more fragile against the white sheets. My parents glanced up as I entered, their eyes filled with a mixture of hope and worry.
"How is she?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"She had a good day," my mom said, smoothing Aria's hair gently. "But she's still very weak."
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation ahead. "I need to talk to you both about something important."
My dad turned to me, his expression serious. "What is it, Lilly?"
I took a seat, feeling the weight of the moment. "I've made a decision about how to sa
