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A few days ago, the alarm woke me. I turned to Marco, who grunted and moaned. I reached over and felt his forehead. As I figured, warm and clammy. The sore, sratchy throat from the night before was not just allergies.
I called in to work. I was staying home to take care of the kids so that Marco could rest.
By noon, Ema was lying next to him with the tissue box between them.
The next day, Sara too, was sniffling.
Today, all were on the mend. Still sniffling but more themselves.
The big girls seem to have escaped it.
As for me?
This better be allergies!