Warm to the touch, her skin is hot. She is cold, telling me her eyes are burning. I wrap her in my arms, willing her to heal fast.
Later in the day, while I work, I hear her telling her father, "Daddy, I need you. I need some time with you."
The little one has discovered her feet. As I get close, she lifts them up. She gives me a flirty look, and lifts them higher. I lean down and nibble them. She smiles and giggles with glee. If we put socks on them, she manages to get them off. Bare baby feet, tiny toes, so precious...
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