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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