Family Love

I sneezed.

“Bless you!” says my son.

I sneezed again.

“Bless you!” says my husband.

I sneezed again, multiple times, my nose is like a tommy gun exploding into a tissue.

“Blow your nose. Seriously. Damn.” says my daughter.

Guess who will dump me by the side of the road when I’m old?

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