My three-year-old has been sick for a couple of days. Last night he was very hot and uncomfortable. I did the few things I could to help him feel better -- ibuprofen, a drink, his favorite blanket. There was nothing else to do but wait for his body to get better and stay close by.
He woke about every hour whimpering and looking for mom or dad. Once he roused facing away from me and cried out desperately, “Is someone next to me?” It was both sad and pleasant to be with him, but not be able to make him get well any faster.
Thanks, readers, for being someone next to me.
You're someone next to me, too. Thank you for reminding me that we're all in this life together.
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