everyday we pass the minutes, just you and i. when we don't have 
therapy or driving to do for your siblings, we cling to the house and 
yard so that we can breathe, and most of those inside minutes are spent 
here, in the kitchen. you love to help me, cutting vegetables or 
emptying the dishwasher or mixing the ingredients. always you pull in 
the chipped black chair. always you wear those red Elmo shoes.


 
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