My 7-Year-Old Gave Her Stuffed Rabbit to a Crying Girl in the Hospital Waiting Room – Two Days Later, a Long Black Limo Pulled up Outside Our House

a shot too?”

I smiled and smoothed her hair behind her ear.

“No shots today. Just listening to your heart.”

She nodded, but her grip on the rabbit tightened. One ear bent, one eye scratched, fur worn down from three years of being squeezed through every hallway and every needle.

Mabel had been four when everything fell apart the first time, and Mr. Bunny continue reading …