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“he ate breakfast with me. And then went to his bed and slept. And I watched TV. Then he came there, leaning on the wall. Said his tummy hurt a lot, and then he went to sink. And threw up, and blood came out.” She starts to tear up, no child should she that. “He made me cover my eyes.”

“I shook him and then he sat up. I gave him water and his pink meds. Then he sat down for a while and hugged me.” She says, fidgeting, looking down.

“yeah.” She mumbles and then looks down. “I think daddy's sick. He fainted today when making breakfast.”

“I think daddy likes you.” She giggles mischievously.

She curls up next to @erikmlehnsherr.bsky.social and falls asleep hugging his arm.