* Over the next two weeks my dad starts to look worse, and by, the beginning of next week, he is back in bed worse than before. The doctors couldn't explain why, but, we figured it was the curse. My mom barely came out of the room to eat and Tye had to move in to help me with her. He could almost always convince her, and, if he couldn't, he would carry her to the kitchen.
Raegan stopped by at times but he never talked to her or got close. (Not that Tye would let him) When he looked at her, it was as if he could feel her pain. I can tell, he was sad that my dad was ill, even though, Tye felt that he might want to speed up the process. Monica and I were able to get him to pull back, because our parents' well being was more important than his feelings. We needed Raegan to help with pack prob
