Just as I broke off our hug, I decided to ask her about something that had been bothering me ever since she told me about Lea’s “accidents”.
“The bedwetting…” I began. “How bad is it? Do you think she really will be able to outgrow it some day?”
Amber looked out at Lea, still standing next to her bed.
“We’ve been informed that there’s a chance she might as she gets older, but it’s unlikely.” She said gloomily.
After a short silence filled the air, a smile escaped my face, much to Amber’s surprise.
“It doesn’t matter if it’s bedwetting or Leukemia; I still feel the same for that little girl. I will help her overcome her obstacles, one way or another, no matter what they are.” I told her solemnly.
“Lea’s very lucky to have someone who cares for her so dearly.” Amber softly replied.