Decisions

Christmas, 2009.  Charlie lays amongst the presents and paper. She always did love that, I remind myself.

Dad, Charlie smells awful.

Leave her. She likes to be in the middle of this.

But she smells.

Leave her.

Tomorrow has to be the day. The appointment has been made. Charlie can lay where she pleases.

Posted on December 25, 2009 by AJ in Adversity

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