Baby's got a band-aid.
She has a band-aid on her little nose.
It's pink, and glows in the dark.
She's got a boo-boo.
She got it from the cat.
She got to close.
Kitty was moody.
She smiles happily, showing off her nose,
to all her siblings.
She thinks it's cool.
One after one they bug kitty, and suddenly they all have band-aids, too.
Green. Orange. Yellow.
The laughter dies down.
The noises dim down.
I look for them, slightly worried.
I check everything.
I hear muffled voices coming from the hall closet.
They're all huddled up inside.
Admiring each other's band-aids glowing.
Giggling, smiling, laughing, having fun.
Kitty can finally sleep peacefully.

A Thursday like no other.

    I don't know what to do. There's a time in everyone's life when that happens, but no one is really ready for change. It wasn't as bad as being cheated on by a spouse, or coming home to find your childhood pet died; it was different. It was something not many people experience. I'm writing about it now because if I fall into the pit of every other human being, It means I've given up hope. I'll let the story be told through someone else's words. The right words. Maybe they will make everyone realize what I haven't come to terms with yet.


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