I remember that day.
The day we needed to prove we could care for Ani at "home". (Disclaimer, at that time, there was no "home")
The day when we traded in our "Parent" hats for our "Care-ent" hats.
The day when we needed to do more than sing to her or hold her hand.
When saying I love you wouldn't feed her.
When reading a story wouldn't give her the medications.
When holding her hand wasn't enough to change her position.
When a hug wouldn't get her into her wheelchair.
When a road sign next to the Hugo firehall said "Welcome home, Annika".
When I had to try to protect her again.
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