My mommy is sick even though she looks well.
But my daddy, my brother, and I can tell.
She used to love to give us all huggles.
That’s what she calls it when she hugs and she cuddles.
Now hugging hurts her, so I need to take care.
We give long-distance hugs, so I don’t cause a flare.
She can’t pick me up like she used to do.
Or button my clothes or lace up my …
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