Today you stood on a thistle. You yelped, crawled over to me and clung on to me for dare life. Your little hands grasped onto my cheeks trying to get closer and closer to me. It wasn’t possible but you continued to try. Your face touched mine and I could feel the tears running down between our cheeks. They fell from your long wet lashes which were kissing my nose. I told you it was ok and there we sat for a long while, waiting for the stress to leave your little body.

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