Everything changed entirely when my innocent daughter wandered upstairs while I was distracted learning where the daily cleaning supplies were kept. Clutching her beloved gray stuffed rabbit named Biscuit she bravely pushed open the heavy wooden door to the forbidden medical room. Inside that quiet space Matteo lay motionless beneath crisp white sheets while surrounded by a maze of complex medical machines. My daughter simply saw a lonely man in the dark and decided to comfort him. She dragged a heavy chair beside his bed climbed onto it and gently took his motionless hand in hers. Hoping to soothe his fears she began singing the very same sunshine lullaby I always sang to her during frightening thunderstorms. A dedicated nurse named Gwen Alder appeared in the doorway and was about to interrupt when the medical monitors suddenly registered a distinct change in his heart rate. When Poppy finished her sweet song she kissed his hand and promised to sing even better the next day. The nurse quietly saved the astonishing monitor records and Rosalind summoned me to her locked office early the very next morning. Instead of firing me she tearfully showed me the medical charts proving that her son had finally reacted to my daughter.
