KyraJulie woke up around 8 a.m. Her ballet class started at 9 a.m., but it seemed that someone woke up feverish. She didn’t get out of bed, remained drowsy, and had difficulty breathing. I remembered the rules, the room, and the possible asthma attacks.I panicked. But I couldn’t falter, not now."Julie, my love. How are you feeling?" — I couldn’t let her be terrified too."I’m tired, Kyra. My head hurts a lot and my eyes too."Then, I began to feel my heart race, and without hesitation, I picked her up in my arms and did what Liam had instructed so many times.The living room smelled like a hospital, her bed was already prepared, with all the devices at her level. Everything precise, well thought out.I laid her down, put the oxygen on as instructed. Measured her blood pressure, her temperature, and on top of everything, medicated her. I called the doctor whose number was scheduled, and to my surprise, he answered in the blink of an eye:"Good morning. What does little Julie present
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