The nurse patted her shoulder. “I’m sorry, but I don’t have time to help you, Sonia. I’m sure he’ll understand.”
“No, he’ll be mad at me,” the little girl insisted. “Please give me my crayons. I want to try.”
Christina watched the scene with a sense of deja vu. Whenever she wanted to do some project or craft when she was younger, no one wanted to help her. Her parents would be away, the housekeeping staff would be busy, and her nanny hadn’t wanted to clean up the mess. Luckily, things changed after her grandfather moved in.
Every child, whether in a hospital or not, deserved to have someone give them a little help, love, and attention when they needed it most.
Pushing the door open, she stuck her head inside the room. Sonia’s lips quivered. Christina forced herself not to rush over to
