So what do you do when you still have a hospital bed in your living room a full week+ after you really needed it? You have a sleepover with your sister. Of course. And then your mom snaps a photo thinking it’s funny, but simultaneously thanking God that they don’t really need it and *can* sleep on it for fun. Because she is acutely aware that there are other kids in other homes in which this is a daily reality of need and not something novel to do just because it’s there.