Gamma is ill with some sort of strep infection. Everything hurts. High fever. The doctor said to expect her to vomit. Pathetic little thing.
She woke up at 4 this morning, thirsty. Drank a lot of water. Went to the toilet. Went back into our big bed. I went to the toilet. Heard her drinking more water, then: the groan. She jumped out of bed, dropping the bottle of water, and in an amazing burst of energy for a sick little girl, sprinted to the toilet as fast as her short little legs would carry her.
And she made it!
“Alright Gamma! Gold medal!”
“But I dropped the bottle.”
“That’s okay, it was plastic. And you even got the lid back on first!”
“But it rolled under the bed.”
“Don’t worry about it.”