My baby Pigeon is sick. She is really, really, sick. At this moment she lies beside me, half way between wake and sleep, shivering from the fever, which won’t quite break. My heart has broken in pieces today as I held her hair up while she wretched uncontrollably into a bucket, as I sat in the clinic with her limp body curled in my arms, as I listened to her whimpering on the couch. She is so small, so fragile, so very precious.
In a few days she will smile again. She will argue with her big sister and refuse to eat her vegetables, she will chase her baby sister around the house shouting, “Get here you wicked baby!”, she will make up ridiculous songs about poo and farts and laugh hysterically at her own ‘sophisticated’ jokes about bottoms. Everything will be back to normal.
I will never take for granted this fabulous gift – my strong, able, healthy children.
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