When I fall asleep at night, I turn away from gazing at my husband beside me to gaze upon the faces of our children, in plain silver frames on our bedside table (that is, unless one of the three of them has decided to invade our bed, in which case I am gazing at their faces from far too close up).

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All I did when they visited was cry in sympathy for their worry over me, or fall asleep, but after they left I missed them.

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