...for a sick little YO is some Mickey Mouse, a slice of bread lathered with mixed-fruit jam and a Mamma who's willing to bend over backwards to heal him.
Happiness for an M4 of a sick little YO is when said little boy suddenly grabs her face in his two soft, chubby-esque hands, looks deeply into her eyes, puts her head down on his little chest where she can hear the wheezing as well as the heart beating, and sighs out contentedly, "I raaabh yuu."
I am living proof that the heart can indeed break from too much tenderness.
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