Desi sat by Lily’s bed, marveling at the progress the little girl was making. Just a week ago, Lily looked pale and frail, her energy gone. Now, though she was still recovering, there was a spark in her eyes—a little light that seemed to grow brighter each day.
“Dr. Desi,” Lily said, tugging on her sleeve. “Can we read this one today?” She held up her favorite storybook, her eyes wide with anticipation.
Desi smiled, taking the book from her. “Absolutely, sweetheart. Let’s see what kind of adventure we’re going on today.”
As Desi started reading, Lily curled up closer, her small hand clutching Desi’s fingers. Every few pages, Lily would laugh, her giggles filling the room. Desi felt her heart swell each time, grateful for these moments of happiness and healing.
When the story ended, Lil
