"Eli," I gently approached my daughter who was sitting in a daze on her bed. "Time to see your doctor, Eli." I felt a pain in my heart when Eli didn't even look at me. My little girl was drowned in her thoughts again. "Elisha, Dr. Railey is already waiting for you." I sat beside her and kissed her head. "I don't need a doctor, daddy," she said in a weak voice. "I'm not sick." "He will just talk to you, Eli." Dr. Railey was Eli's therapist. For a week now, they have been doing sessions in an attempt to make Eli the way she used to. "Hey, do you like to visit mommy Hannah?" Upon hearing the word mommy, Elisha nodded almost eagerly. It’s always been like that. Whenever she was unresponsive, mentioning Hannah’s name always did the trick. Elisha would start responding like her normal self. "Yes daddy! I miss mommy so much!" "We're going to visit her. But, first you have to talk to Dr. Railey, okay?" "Okay," she voluntarily stood up. I bent and carried her in my arms. "I love you,