She's a sweet one. She woke up n whined, I got up to carry her and hit my shin against the cot.
As I carried her, I whined n groaned in pain.
It took a while to register that she was stroking my head, comforting me. All this without prompting.
My heart melted.
Friday, January 7, 2011
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