I could hear the phone ringing, but I guess Grandma couldn’t. She must have taken out her hearing aids because after about eight rings she still hadn’t answered it. I dragged myself out of bed and down the hall to Mom and Dad’s bedroom. Nathan was still asleep on their bed, so it must have been early. I hadn’t grabbed my glasses, so it took a minute to get my eyes to focus on the numbers on the clock, 9:15. “It’s pretty early,” I grumbled as a picked up the still ringing phone. “Hello?” I croaked.
“Kira?” It was Mom.
“Yeah?” I sat down on the side of the bed and yawned.
“Wake everybody up and get them dressed. Dad will be there in half an hour. Kiy is coming home today!”
“All right!” I yelled. I could hear both Mom and Dad laughing on the
other end of the line. Nathan sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Well,” I said
into the phone, “that’s one.”
“What?” Mom asked. She was still laughing.
“We managed to wake Nathan up already,” I said, pulling him into my
arms for a good morning hug. Suddenly, my tired brain understood what
Mom had just said. “What happened? Is she fine? How does she look? Can
she talk now?” The questions tumbled out of my mouth before Mom could
answer any of them.
“Slow down,” she said, “one question at a time.” Mom laughed
again. “Kiylee had a peaceful night. This morning, our regular
pediatrician came in to see her. After looking her over, he said, ‘I
think after a few more hours of observation, she can go home today!’”
I squeezed Nathan and he stared at me with his big brown eyes. He
probably thought I was crazy! “I’ll get everyone ready. Tell Dad to
“I will,” Mom promised.
“Oh, and Mom?”
“Does this mean it’s Christmas Eve?” I held my breath.
She laughed. “Of course!” she exclaimed. “Tell all the kids that tomorrow we are going to celebrate Kiylee’s Christmas.