Mason was sick on Saturday and by that night I was throwing up too. Jason took over all parenting responsibilities Sunday so I could rest and recover. Mason was feeling better and the boys rested and napped downstairs so I could have some peace and quiet. Around 11am I woke up and headed to the kitchen to get a drink. I turned the corner and there on the pantry floor, wearing only a big t-shirt and a big grin sat....Jeffy? My little brother Jeff is four years younger than me but I don't remember much of his infant years. Yet when I saw a blond haired boy digging through a cereal box and looking up at me with big blue eyes, my sluggish brain computed: It's Jeffy.
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