It’s sunny today. As usual, I had our reading session with Dad in the morning. Mom took MeeMaw shopping. I think a miracle might actually happen. MeeMaw didn’t seem sick. She talked, she laughed, and everything was normal. With our gentle care, she might survive. My mom is playing the key role now. She’s been making infant mashed food for her every meal, with precise ingredients and amounts measured in graduated cylinders. And MeeMaw is evidently recovering—at least, it looks that way. She’s gained nearly a pound in just three days! I guess being a good cook is nothing less than being a doctor. After all, cooks never give up.