What’s This, Memory?

 

The petals on a lily are delicate, aren’t they daddy?

Daddy, where’s your nose?

She looked at him a second longer and laughed at his purplish mouth.

Oh, Daddy, you’re so silly

“Don’t touch that!”

Daddy, you’re scaring me

 

Don’t cry, daddy, we’ll fix that

She tends to him, careful not to hurt

Daddy, you musn’t move –

Daddy?

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