Lily woke while I was sitting by the bed, straightening the clothes on her stuffed bear.Her left hand moved under the blanket, felt the thick layers of bandages, then reached toward where her left lower leg should have been. She froze. A long moment passed before she spoke, her voice hesitant. "Mom, where's my foot?"I moved closer to the bed and explained it a little at a time, using the words the doctors had suggested.Lily was quiet for a moment, looking down at her empty right sleeve, then at the bear in my hands."Can I still sew new clothes for the bear?""We can learn other ways to do it. Whatever you want to do, I'll try it with you.""Can I still be a doctor like Daddy?"I held her cold left hand and ran my thumb over an old scratch on the back of it. A month earlier, Lily had stayed up late making a little white coat for that bear with a children's sewing kit. Once she learned to tie a knot, she insisted on waiting up to show her father. Her eyes kept closing, but she kept t
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