Post by account_disabled on Mar 11, 2024 5:13:09 GMT
The the cleaning. I walked around with my toy sling while he made me breakfast and sometimes he gave it to me in my mouth. My poor idiot love he told me. The arm never fully healed. . I approached his forehead and it was like touching the sun. It gave off heat from far away. The fog had entered the house. He began to cough and have difficulty breathing. By bribing everyone I got oxygen and a urinal.
I stayed at his bedside even though I knew that if he died I would die too. I gave him teaspoons of broth and water a lot of water. He gave her painkillers and gave her love all my love. He read her poems in English. He sang songs for little children Japan Telegram Number Data cool cloths on his burning forehead. He told him that he was going to recover and that we would go to the beach and lie in a hammock while they brought us the fish. My child my child my child. When the oxygen was about to run out he asked me for oatmeal in milk then he sat up a little then he told me to help him get to the bathroom. He was so weak. I wiped his dirty bottom and put him in the bathtub full of fresh water. I rubbed his body with a towel and told him you lived . He lived. He lived. He lived. I wouldnt have tolerated him dying.
They passed dozens of banana breads hundreds of oatmeal cookies soups toasts tangerines salads rice with chicken pasta with tomato meats fruit smoothies cereals with milk. They spent sleepless nights hundreds of hours watching series they passed books and more books conversations and silences passed fogs and fogs passed. He passed the broken arm and the oxygen in our house. The cat spent the time getting more attached to him every day. He passed chess silly game.
I stayed at his bedside even though I knew that if he died I would die too. I gave him teaspoons of broth and water a lot of water. He gave her painkillers and gave her love all my love. He read her poems in English. He sang songs for little children Japan Telegram Number Data cool cloths on his burning forehead. He told him that he was going to recover and that we would go to the beach and lie in a hammock while they brought us the fish. My child my child my child. When the oxygen was about to run out he asked me for oatmeal in milk then he sat up a little then he told me to help him get to the bathroom. He was so weak. I wiped his dirty bottom and put him in the bathtub full of fresh water. I rubbed his body with a towel and told him you lived . He lived. He lived. He lived. I wouldnt have tolerated him dying.
They passed dozens of banana breads hundreds of oatmeal cookies soups toasts tangerines salads rice with chicken pasta with tomato meats fruit smoothies cereals with milk. They spent sleepless nights hundreds of hours watching series they passed books and more books conversations and silences passed fogs and fogs passed. He passed the broken arm and the oxygen in our house. The cat spent the time getting more attached to him every day. He passed chess silly game.