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I raise one”

“I’ll go up and brush et sick again I hate throwing up”

“Is there so she needs to eat so

She shrugs “Toast with butter maybe? I’m not sure I can keepsickness, or just sickness froh the air

“Toast,” I repeat “I can do that”

“Thank you” She gives o upstairs

I get rid of the eggs As much as I’d like an oain

I put a piece of bread in the toaster for her and make a bowl of cheerios for myself

The bread pops up out of the toaster as she comes down the stairs I put it on a plate and set out the butter so she can put it on

She slides onto one of the barstools and I hand her a knife before I sit down beside her

She butters her toast and takes a small hesitant bite

She chews slowly and ss

“Think you can keep it down?” I ask

She nods “Yeah, I think so”

She takes another bite, bigger this time