Chapter 3

After I got sick, I couldn't go to preschool anymore, and I wasn't allowed to play outside either.

Whenever I felt really alone in the hospital, I'd just hold Whity tight.

I kept my notebook with stars on it hidden in the little pocket on Whity's belly. That was our little secret.

One afternoon, Mom walked over to my hospital bed, holding Whity in her arms.

Her eyes were a little red, like she'd just been crying.

"Daisy," she said softly, placing Whity on my lap. "Whity says it wants to go home for you first and see how things…