Daddy's Love

It's been twenty-four hours since we have been back and Ana refuses to move from her crib. She hasn't eaten or drunk anything. I don't have the heart to force her into anything right now but I am so worried about her. Jay is sitting with me in my living room, Carol on his laps, playing with her dolls.

"Daddy, is Ana awake yet?" Carol asks for the sixth time in the last hour.

"I don't think she is baby. Even if she was, I don't think she would like to play. "Jay tells her.

"Carol, Hon, maybe you can go, wake her up and you can have some ice creams together?" I suggest.

"That's a great idea!" Jay says and I go to make two bowls of lots of ice creams.

"What happened daddy, Ana sick?" Carol asks.

"She had to ...."

I interrupted Jay. "She is fine now."

She goes upstairs and I pray that Ana has the ice creams.

When Carol came back, she was mad at us. She threw tantrums and her toys at us. Ana, simply withdrew. It's very difficult to get to her when she doesn't want to.

It's been five minutes and Carol isn't back yet. Isn't that a good sign?

"What do you think is happening up there?" Jay asks me.

to know. But she hasn't come down

not be the case and only

to cry tears of relief. There is a small tool that helped Carol get on to the crib. We see her get down from the crib with its help and then help Ana. I want to go inside and hold her, but Jay puts a hand on my shoulders effectively stopping

paint?" Carol asks

"I hungwie." She says.

has regressed further

ask your daddy for

says and pulls Ana, but

"No hungwie." she pouts.

to come to

go ask my daddy for some food?" Carol

hungwie." She says and sits criss-cross apple sauce on

to wait and then

lies down on the

tummy hurts." She

docs, I hate the place. I hate Mr. G. I hate the

want to

"Ana, this is home."

home, back in the