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Tuesday, September 05, 2006

When Our Kids Fall Ill

The constant worry when you are away at work, the heart-in-the-stomach anxiousness when you got home and he wasn't there to greet you, and the sigh of relief when you found him sleeping spread-eagled beneath the bedsheets amongst the pillows.

The annoyed chiding you gave him for playing hide-and-seek at such an inappropriate time juxtaposed the air of nonchalance coming from a sleepy cat still lying on his back purring music into your ears.

Come give me some pets, mom. What's with that worried look?