I watched in anticipation as Mom poured the bitter black medicine out onto a spoon. “Now be a good girl and swallow this.”
And just because she said that, I decided to make a run for it. My three-year-old legs took me around the dining table, through the living room and into the bedroom.
I started laughing as she chased me round and round, her house-dress flapping around her swollen abdomen.
She finally Ordered me to Stop! I looked up as I opened my mouth and saw she was stifling a chuckle.
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