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It’s 1pm and we’re in bed because you’re so sick, you can’t get up, and we haven’t eaten anything yet. You’re snoring so heavily but can’t breath properly cause your nose is clogged, and there’s a small tub beside you with your spit and mucus and other yucky stuff.

I tried to get up but you held onto me. Angry as I am with you, I don’t like seeing you this way…so I stay and try to take care of you. I hope you see that too…