My head feels heavy and I know I'm not fully awake but I feel the pain in my stomach under all the bandages. It makes me remember when I got three stitches in my knee when I was seven; I didn't deal with those too well either
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"Oh! Be careful, little one," I scold Isobelle when she tried to hop on top of Tara. "Remember what we talked about? I told you not to do that." Seems my daughter has the memory of a sieve when she wants to. Or maybe she was just to excited to see Tara awake that she forgot
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My panic subsides and a grin crosses my lips. "They are..." I sigh and lay back on the bed, my eyes close before I look over at my daughter who proclaimed that her siblings were ugly
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A sigh gets out when Isobella already starts with the whole abandonment routine. I thought both Tara and myself had explained it to her till kingdom come. And yet she still feels the need to think that we'd just forget about her. I have to keep reminding myself that she's only a small child and this is hard for her to understand. It's times like these, however, that I can understand my mother so much better
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