In the second week, at the hospital, a nurse came in at about nine in the evening to adjust a line and Sophia saw the syringe in her hand and began screaming, and it took eleven minutes to settle her, and she was saying — over and over, and I am going to write this once —

“I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I don’t want the sleeping one.”

So here is what we do, and we have done it for two years, and it was Dr.

Fuentes’s and it works.

Nobody gives my daughter anything without telling her what it is, what it will do, and how long it will last.

Nobody.

Not me, not a nurse, not a dentist, not a school office with a Tylenol.

She has a card in her bag.