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Bliss. Ah…those were the days the days my world was comprised of marigold-yellow sunshine and shimmery-glimmery rainbows. The days when I could get a bath without feeling guilty about the environment and run into my mom’s open arms, dripping and slipping all over the place. The towel used to fit all the way around me showing no 4-year-old skin. She’d walk me into my room, my very own living space, so I could put on my favorite pink dress, the one she bought me that I used to wear all the time. Memories. Swirling and mingling with my dreams and like a first date, I never know how they are going to end up.

I shiver silently now, much too old for my mom to wrap her arms around me after a shower. And that old towel…doesn’t quite fit me like it used to. Instead of slipping on that pink dress with the unicorn I slip into my old flannels. HE bought me these. And pretty much everything else I own. He doesn’t let me run into his arms when I’m dripping.