He fed me lime juice and honey from a silver spoon. His hand made a cradle cupped gently beneath my chin and as sweet acidity ran from the curve of metal to fingers he scooped it up deftly, dragged it across his mischievous licking lips and said, ‘Mima…be good and rest. We are going to get you well
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I am very proud of you.
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