We have come a long way . . .

From forcing medication down her throat while I Hold her between my legs and two other pair of hands hold her feet and head respectively.

Pushing various mils of syrups from syringes while she yelps and makes us feel guilty of being so inhumane.

We have grown together, come to an understanding. A mid point. 

Now we cordially sit across each other and medicine is served like a delicacy on a plate in syringes. 

She sits like royalty and consumes gently, followed by a thank you and hi-5. 

We are growing well, through good health and sickness.