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i am woken suddenly because my nasal passages are completely blocked. 6 a.m. seems impossibly early to me. so i amble out of my room and manage to put the kettle on. my mother is in the kitchen downing heavy duty tylenol. we bond over our collective, horrible colds and curse cate for spreading her baby germs to us. i eat nearly half a box of fruit snacks because vitamin c supposedly helps the immune system. i crawl back in bed with my chamomile tea and hope for death to ensue.
love is when you've gotten the worst cold of your life from your sister but you still want to kiss her chubby cheeks.
love is when you've gotten the worst cold of your life from your sister but you still want to kiss her chubby cheeks.