Nancy

"I understand your anger, Nancy, but don't be angry with him," he struggled to sit on the bed and pointed at the water pitcher and glass. He was thirsty.

"Why can't I be angry with him?" I questioned. I grabbed the pitcher, poured water into the glass, and handed it to him to hydrate.

I waited for Kyle to finish all the water before we could continue discussing the issue.

"That's it, drink it all," I encouraged.

Kyle gave me a disgruntled look.

"I'm not five years old, Nancy," he reproached.

"No, but the doctor specifically said you need to stay hydrated, so I'm just making sure and applauding...