stop scaring the children Cathy

When the children cry, they look sad and bittersweet but still beautiful. Giant tears rolling out of shining, clear eyes and down smooth rosy cheeks. When I cry, my eyes look like I’m on a bender, my nose turns red and my sinuses open up to allow clear slugs to flow out of each nostril. I also get a bright red mustache that I’ve never understood. When I’m sad you want me to hide in my room.

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