Worry

I worry a lot ... all weekend and even now, I pray that Chica gets better from being sick. I feel soooo guilty for asking her to all my crazy events ... she even got hurt on one of those events. I cannot help worrying ... and sometimes I blame myself because of my selfishness. I should have cancel dinner on the day that she felt sick ... she was so exhausted that she slept whenever she got a chance ... I should have brought her home, tuck her into bed, and let her rest. I think I have some growing up to do ... to put someone else’s welfare above mine.