One day at a time.

One day, Ivy might be well.

One day I might feel as though I am doing something right for her.

One day she might forgive me for having to put ear drops in, forĀ giving medications she hates the taste of, for introducing her to yet another doctor and another intravenous antibiotic.

One day I might forgive myself.

One day things might be normal.

One day.

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