Whenever I Have a Cold
Whenever I have a cold I miss a part of my childhood.
I miss laying on the couch in the dimly lit living room, staring at the glow of the kerosene heater, and listening to some old timey radio and my mother moving about in the kitchen. I didn't have a care in the world other than getting better and I was allowed to just lay there and recover. Now that I'm a mother, I'm no longer offered "sick days," but I can give them to my own children...minus the kerosene heater.
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