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Fevered pink cheeks

February 18, 2011

Blond patootie Chica has been filled with sickness. It comes out of her nose, is coughed all over my face, wiped on the couch, smeared on the table, floats inside cups, lurks between the folds of tissue and lingers on her lips. Hot pink cheeks press up against mine as her wheezy breath makes my hair tickle the back of my neck. Blood shot glassy-eyed small creature who seems so big and grown up when she reads and gestures while telling a story but when sick she seems to small to be out in the world. I want to wrap her up, squash her very small, stuff her back inside where she is safe from harm.

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