How I hate thee. You come into my home, make my children sick. First Kathryn, then Lily. I was hoping you’d stop, but ohhhhhhhhhhhhh no. You just couldn’t help yourself, could you? You spread into me, then Lauren and now Benjamin.
I often wonder when we get sick in our household, if Amy Lynne would have lived, would this have been the time that she would have died instead? Would this flu have taken her? What a horrible way to die.
Please leave. You’ve outlived your welcome. Wait a second, you were never welcome.