Amarante awoke in a bad mood and in those moments there seems to be nothing to do but grit my teeth and put up with him until he can calm himself. I coaxed him into the tub with me and he seemed even to fight the water. But after I had lathered all the necessary parts, I just held him loosely and he finally seemed to relax against my body and let the warm water do its work.
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tati said,
September 14, 2010 at 6:00 pm
I love the way you write. There is something familiar and comforting about it and I have but to close my eyes to hear your voice, as though you personally are telling me this.