Our next-door neighbor
came to help my mom
change the bandages while
Dad and the five oldest
siblings were away.
I don't want her
come over.
She writhes like an eel
on our neighbor's lap,
squirming and crying.
They tell her she's brave,
and she parrots it, with
tears streaming from her eyes,
cascading down her cheeks.
I brave, Mommy.
I so brave.
Every morning before
the other children are up,
and every evening after
the other children are in bed,
our neighbor comes to
do the dreadful deed.
Even a giant bag of
M&M's doesn't regain
a two-year-old's favor.
She sit over there.
She not come over here!
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