Me: * giggles softly* okay dad
Joe: * smiles*

2 Days Later

Me: * able to go home now*
Joe: * already put my wheelchair in his car, carries me to his car*
Me: * super weak and ill from treatment*
Joe: * buckles me into the car, gets in and drives home*

At Home

Joe: * carries me inside and lays me on the couch, brings my wheelchair and my feeding tube suppiles in*
Me: can I feed?
Joe: of course, just let me connect you to your feed first * makes a feed, puts 5 bottles of formula, a bottle of pedialyte, and some medicine into the feed bag, closes it and mixes it all together, connects it to the pump, connects the tubing to my feeding tube and turns on the pump, lays next to me, takes his shirt off*
Me: * latches on, feeds*
Joe: * watches tv*

After

Me: * has fallen asleep*
Joe: * smiles, cuddles me*

A Year Later

Me: * has beat cancer for the 4th time on my 16th birthday*
Joe: * has been there for me every step of the way through all the treatments and stuff* congratulations!
Me: * smiles* thanks dad
Joe: happyyyy birthdayyyy
Me: thanksss
Joe: open your gifts
Me: okayyy * opens my gifts, gets a super fluffy and soft blanket, some makeup, a new phone, a guitar, a stanley waterbottle, a paint set, some other art stuff and some money* thanks for everything dad
Joe: anything for my girl
Me: * enjoys the rest of my birthday with my dad*