Little mother
Mid-day yesterday, my back started hurting right beneath my bottom ribs. I have no idea what I did to it, though given the location worry about kidneys and stuff like that. It kept on hurting throughout the day. When the dotter came home from school, I grumped about it…the next thing I know, she brings me an ice pack from the freezer and asks where to put it.
Later that night, in bed, I was still hurting. Half asleep, half awake, middle of the night, I sort of mumble an “ow!” or two. The dotter has been sleeping in our bed while OmegaDad is out of town, in a nest of sleeping bag, her favorite “Chix rule!” blankie, a down comforter, her roll-up pink fake-fur kitty cat pillow, and a stuffed duck. So there I am, dazed and asleep and hurting, and suddenly a hand reaches out, pats me three times, strokes me gently, and she whispers, “There, there. It’s okay.” And I go back to sleep.
Aw, man. She’s a Good Kid, dammit.
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