Had our Christmas party at work on Friday. Mari brought her identical twin 5 yr olds, Dora and Amelia. After the dinner, Rich was watching Amelia run around the library. His gaze focused on her forehand and he thought of me and my scar, and hoped that she would never have such an accident. Only moments later and Amelia was on the floor, cradling her head, after running into the corner of the table. Blood everywhere as they rushed off to the emergency room. Fortunately, it wasn’t as severe a wound as mine and the doctor “super glued” it together without stitches. Poor Rich felt some responsibility for not acting on the thought and cautioning her to not run.
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