Five months

It was five months ago today that The Kid went into the hospital.
Tonight was the first time she asked if she could come home.

It was a question I'd been waiting for and dreading at the same time. How do I explain it to her that this isn't her home anymore, that where she is now is her home?

I told her that, "you know, you haven't walked in a really long time and there's no way you could make it around the house, up the stairs, and they're gonna take really good care of you out there".

One of the hardest things I've ever had to say.

I know the subject will come up again. I know I'll have to tell her again and it'll be easier.

Tonight, tho...

I'll be fine. No worries about me.

Five months to the day.