Almost surrealistically, I became Dad or Mom in my mind.
"Running a temperature again," I said to L, the third time in the past two weeks. While L tried to feed E some breakfast, I called the pediatrician's office to make an appointment and then to the familycare.
On the way to the hospital, I thought of how years ago Dad would put me on his back and walk to the hospital as fast as he could when I was sick. And how Mom's hand on my burning forehead would bring a cool and comforting feel.
(There seemed to be so much to write, but I become wordless all of a sudden.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
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dear, i don't know what to say except i wish i were there to help you a bit. but these words are useless and meaningless.
the only comforting thing is that Eugene might not feel as bad as you thought. the moments of attention and care would become sweet memories for him to remember when he gets older.
you really need to try to relax a bit. i remember getting sick often when I was all stressed up. your cold/allergy might be stress related.
call me when you got time. i've been calling you less because i was afraid of catching you in the middle of something. take good care
dear water, your words have always been extremely comforting and helpful to me all these years! what else can i say except thank you, thank you!
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