Easter Sunday. Egg hunt. Estes model rockets. Glow sticks. Popsicle makers. Chocolate bunnies. Jelly beans. Candy. Cake. Ice cream.
One sick little man.
Sitting on the bathroom floor at my sister's house, crying, he began whispering to me, "Don't worry about a thing. Every little thing is going to be alright."
Yes, it is.
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