This morning you picked up the hairbrush which was on the floor next to where Papa was laying and put it to your head as if you were trying to brush your hair. You got pretty frustrated though when you realized how heavy it was.
A few minutes later Papa got a phonecall from Opa and you took my phone to your ear and said "a-oh".
I get so happy.
But what would make me so much happier would be for your little chest to heal. You've been having cough attacks and they look painful and annoying. Papa's in the kitchen right now making you some soup in hopes you'll have a big enough appetite to eat and it'll nourish you. Be well, baby girly.
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