Last week you were the one who was sick. I owe you big time for coming to get me and making it to the toilet every single time...even if it included 20 extra trips with false alarms. You actually wouldn't go until I held your hair, and you actually didn't bounce back the next day. Your fever was high and you couldn't keep any medicine down which explains why it took you longer to bounce back.
Finally, on Thursday, your morning breakfast request with more than extra whip topping made me smile...because it meant you were back!
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