She''s not a little girl, but a 25 year old nurse in a children's hospice.
It was her dream job from graduation and she puts her heart and soul into it. Sometimes children with life limiting disabilities come for respite, and fun, sometimes they come for end of life care. This weekend has been one of those, caring for an 8 year old passing away riddled with cancer, then today caring for a tiny baby whose diagnosis means she has days to live, but is fully alert and smiling in between the tubes and syringe drivers easing her pain.
My daughter came home to curl into my lap and cry for the children and their families, crying for the parents of the tiny smiling baby who never had a chance.
I don't know how she does it, but dear god I am proud of her and wanted to say it somewhere.