Time Does Not Heal All Wounds — People Do

In a pandemic, I found hope, healing, and a “new” best friend.

Photo of author with daughter, then four. (Used with permission)

My sixteen-year-old daughter almost died when she was four.

It was a freak thing, a perfect storm that erupted inside her body when she became dehydrated from the stomach flu, and I didn’t realize how bad it had gotten.