Erin was sick again and I’m back under the VW. Kids get ill, you can’t stop that. I can’t fix my little girl and I feel damn useless in her suffering. Oil drips on my face whispering a silent comfort.
“You can always fix me” is what I know this car thinks and once again, I feel strong in my worth.
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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Ryan McGuire at Pixabay.com.
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