rub

The Angel woke up this morning, happily, as usual, and our morning ritual began. In the toilet, she was grabbing her left sleeve and holding it down with her fingers.
“Look, mom! Chopped fingers! And I can just rub! ” she exclaimed excitedly while rubbing her legs.
I listened and stared, wide-eyed and exclaimed equally excited, [...]

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§6 · June 16, 2007 · The Angel · 16 comments ·