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.