hand and foot and mouth and heart

Joe caught hand foot and mouth at day care, and his PERFECT PRECIOUS little hands and feet and face are covered in painful red blisters and bumps and I look at him trying to pull through, focus on the positive (cars), but then remember he’s in pain and cry, and I just cry, because the fourth victim of hand foot and mouth is the parents’ hearts, RIPPED INTO PIECES OF USED BAND-AIDS as their kid suffers and there’s really nothing they can do. Every hat ever off to parents who care for kids with chronic illness, as I can barely handle a finger bump. Why do I get the feeling that this is a beginning of a feeling I will feel forever? His blisters become his own broken heart and broken bones and rejection. WILL MY HEART MAKE IT.

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