My poor little sister.

I called her at work today and they told me she was home sick.

"Aww," I thought, "that's so sad."

So I called her at home. No answer. So I call her cel phone.

A very hard to hear voice picks up and in a very hushed manner says, "Hello?"

"Teesa! Are you sick?" I ask.

Again the response is very difficult to hear as she strains out a feable, "I have laryngitis."

"Oh!" I say. "Well, I'll let you go then, since you can't talk."

My poor little sister. She was like a poor little girl again, unable to speak and miserable.

So after I finished up my duties for the day I bought her some food from Taco Bell and hurried over to her house where I spent the rest of the night getting her water and soda and keeping her company in her silence. We watched movies and American Idol together, as she rested and let her voice come back to her.

I hope my presence made her feel a little better. It simply breaks my heart when I know my sisters are ill.