It's been twenty-four hours since we have been back and Ana refuses to move from her crib. She hasn't eaten or drunk anything. I don't have the heart to force her into anything right now but I am so worried about her. Jay is sitting with me in my living room, Carol on his laps, playing with her dolls.
"Daddy, is Ana awake yet?" Carol asks for the sixth time in the last hour.
"I don't think she is baby. Even if she was, I don't think she would like to play. "Jay tells her.
"Carol, Hon, maybe you can go, wake her up and you can have some ice creams together?" I suggest.
"That's a great idea!" Jay says and I go to make two bowls of lots of ice creams.
"What happened daddy, Ana sick?" Carol asks.
"She had to .."
I interrupted Jay. "She is fine now."
She goes upstairs and I pray that An
