Mommy and Daddy
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My sister loves to play. We play hide and seek in my room all the time. You would think that we’d need more hiding spots, but my sister isn’t very good. I always see her right away! Mommy sees me in the morning and at night. She never stays very long. She asks about my day, how my friends are, how I’m feeling. We have breakfast together sometimes.
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Mommy and Daddy

by krshann

My sister loves to play. We play hide and seek in my room all the time. You would think that we’d need more hiding spots, but my sister isn’t very good. I always see her right away!

Mommy sees me in the morning and at night. She never stays very long. She asks about my day, how my friends are, how I’m feeling. We have breakfast together sometimes.

She sits across from me, smiling and encouraging me to eat up. When we’re done, she reminds me to take my vitamins and I swallow them with a big gulp of orange juice.

She’ll ruffle my hair and then smooth it back down lovingly.

I take a nap after breakfast. I wake up to Daddy’s voice. He’s come to visit me too! He sits in my room in the big armchair across from my bed.

I don’t see Daddy that often, maybe every few days? I want to run and curl up in his lap, but I stay on my bed, remembering what happened last time.

Daddy asks me the same kind of questions as Mommy- how was my day, how are my friends, how am I feeling, etc.

I tell him the same thing I tell Mommy- I’m good, I feel good, my sister and I played hide and seek earlier, etc.

We visit for a little bit, and Daddy says his time is up for today. My sister giggles and I see her feet poking out from under the bed. I smile.

“See her? She’s bad at hiding,” I whisper loudly to him, pointing at her feet. I look at Daddy and expect to see him laugh. Instead, he looks kind of sad.

Daddy leaves but not before I see him talk to Mommy in the hall. I never get to talk to them together.

I like looking at them while they talk because their matching clothes make me think of my dolls. Mommy and Daddy look so pretty in their white.

“Why don’t we play in another room?” my sister asks. I pull on the door. It’s locked.

And when I turn around, my sister is gone. It’s just me, my chair, and my bed in my room.

Outside, Mommy and Daddy are talking about “higher doses” and something that sounded like “all loosen nations”?

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