It had been a weird week. With her baby sister being rushed to the hospital and then the mask Elia had to wear over her mouth and nose for 10 minutes every night to breathe in medication, everyone was still getting used to things. Emi had been so afraid when they had to leave Elia at the hospital. she had spent hours worrying about her sister. She’d asked her daddy if it was possible for Elia to die. After all, Elia was having problems breathing and didn’t humans need to breathe to stay alive?
Days and days went by, though, and while before, Elia mostly cried or was sick, these days she was saying more words than ever. Emi giggled every time she heard Elia’s squeaky little voice calling her. “Emi. Emi. Eh-meee!” It was just so cute and funny and it made her feel loved. Now, even as she was in her bedroom, reading a book, she was hearing Elia’s voice outside of her door. “Ehhhhhmeeeeeee!” Emi giggled and opened the door. Elia wrapped her tiny arms around Emi’s legs and squeezed tightly. Hiieeee!” she exclaimed. “Hi,” said Emi before lifting her. She could get used to this new, happier Elia.
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