I didn't know how to feel about the obvious love and adoration he had for her. So I kept silent and let him continue.
He cleared his throat as he continued again. "She started gaining weight, she slept peacefully at night and she became stronger. There were twelve vials in total. Your mother used one making them eleven.
For a month she was just fine, but then her symptoms came back, she started deteriorating again. We tried regular medicine again but, it didn't work. We were stumped so we used another vial.
Month after month passed and it was the same.
We were soon out, your mother and I were so scared. We thought that our time with her had run out. But she stayed Taylor, she fought through it. Whatever was in those vials gave her a fighting chance. We thought our joy was boundless when she stayed stable, month after month, after month, till she turned one."
