When White Coats Missed

Her love’s like a winning lottery ticket. So don’t tell me having her with the rare condition was like getting struck by lightning severe. That sounds like bad luck when she’s my sweetest lucky charm.

White coats explain she might not walk. She might not talk. No chances of playing chess with her dad. And I had an insatiable urge to question the doctors.

How can you write story that’s not ready to be written?

Even so why can’t we let a one year old write her own story without them foreshadowing a future dim. Don’t they know wherever she goes she brings rainbows and a pot gold.