just baby things

Just Baby Things- 1

Around last week, I woke up writhing in pain, unable to move or breath, awkward positioned on the bed.

My four year old comes to me and asks, in the most concerned voice,

“Mom, are you in pain?”

” Yes, dear”

” Are you unable to get up?”

” Yes, dear” ( heart now swelling with pride, happy he noticed and didn’t ask me to fetch a particular long lost car-toy).

“So you won’t cook for us anymore?”

I’m staring at him in disbelief now

“Won’t we ever eat again, mom?”




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