Cautious Optimism

I am very superstitious. Truth. I cross my fingers, knock on wood and stay quiet in winning streaks. When I’m writing a new piece of fiction, I never discuss it with anyone for fear that the idea will be jinxed. So forgive me for prefacing this journal entry with a disclaimer: it is still early and our family is learning to take one day at a time. That said, Jordan is showing signs of improvement. She was far more animated and alert today. Up until today, there’s been a little less sparkle in Jordan’s smile, a shallow depth in her expression and a distance in her eyes. All of these symptoms are subtle. Only those who know her would perceive the deficit. Today, it began to dissipate.

She slept a lot. So did Jeanette. The two ladies let their bodies recuperate. The difference was apparent. Jordan played with her friend, Indu. She giggled and colored and played with Barbie. The little girl inside the empty vessel surfaced in abrupt bursts of energy. She was brilliant.