It was Thanksgiving. The Kessingers, old and new, were gathered for Thanksgiving dinner. All except for Sara. And Sara's parents, Ben and Melanie Kessinger, who were upstairs, standing in Sara's doorway. Ben and Melanie's hearts sank, as they watched their epileptic daughter sleep after a terrible grand mal seizure.
27 hours earlier...
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It was Thanksgiving. The Kessingers, old and new, were gathered for Thanksgiving dinner. All except for Sara. And Sara's parents, Ben and Melanie Kessinger, who were upstairs, standing in Sara's doorway. Ben and Melanie's hearts sank, as they watched their daughter sleep.
"The poor thing," Melanie said, full of concern, not yet ready to leave her daughter.
"I know. I feel terrible," Ben said, shaking his head, as he watched his stepdaughter sleeping hard. "I really do."
"It was a full-blown TC?"
"Um. Yeah." Ben shook his head, looking down.
"How long?"
"Oh. Well." Ben thought about it. "Probably 3, 4 minutes."
"Wow. The poor thing." Melanie raised her hand to her face, starting to cry.
Ben moved in to console his wife, wrapping his arms around her.
"What did the doctor say?" Melanie asked, sniffling.
"Well. I guess Sara was off her meds, again."
"Oh no," Melanie said, frustrated, breaking from her husband and wiping her eyes. "Why would she do that?"
"Um. I don't know. I guess the side effects."
"She should know, whatever the side effects are, they're better than a grand mal!"
"I know. I know."
"So, that's why she's out of it, her little body's readjusting to her meds."
"Yeah, probably will be for a while."
"My baby's gonna miss Thanksgiving..." Melanie said, shaking her head and starting to cry again.
"I know." Ben rubbed his wife's back "I'm so sorry," Ben said, tearing up. "I'm so sorry."
"I don't wanna leave her," Melanie said, turning to her husband.
"I know."
"Everyone's waiting downstairs."
"I know."
"Oh, I just hate to leave her." Melanie glanced back at her daughter.
"I know."
"Okay, let's go," Melanie said, wiping her eyes, before she took a big breath and exhaled. "Let's go."
"Yeah. Okay. She'll be fine. She'll be fine," Ben said, almost to himself, as he looked one last time at Sara while he slowly closed the door.
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