“Confusing, I know,” he replied, knowing how confusing something like this could be for a child. “Here-” Tom took the bracelet and moved to the waiting room, knowing that it’d still be a few minutes. He sat and positioned her so she was facing him as she sat on his lap. He took his hand and gingerly wiped the tears that rolled down her face. “Can Daddy see this arm? I’m going to give you that bracelet.” He asked, placing a finger on the purple blanket that was tangled around her arm.
