Waiting for the diagnosis:
Chloe felt guilty that her surgery was going to cost $1,000 or more so she thought she would help her parents out. That night she took my empty coffee canister and hit the streets. When I see things like this from her I usually choose to ignore but with her being hurt I had to follow up. She went up to the front of the neighborhood and began "dancing" for tips. I appreciated the thought but it was a bit pathetic to watch her dance with one good knee.
I made her come home after an hour and let her sleep in our bed:
The next morning on the big surgery day Chloe couldn't bear the thought she would be under the knife:
I am so happy to say she did just fine and has picked out her costume Halloween: