Sick Day

It’s the third day.

The third day of fever and lethargy and malaise.

She wanted to go to school today.

I had said she could.

I thought–silly me–that the antibiotics would work in that magic 24 hour window.

But they didn’t.

And so she was home.

Home and miserable and sad.

So very, very sad.

Maybe tomorrow.

Maybe tomorrow, she’ll be better.

I hope.