She eats so little. On most days I will make an effort to be there for one of her mealtimes.
"Oh, chocolate ice cream Mama. You love chocolate ice cream." I spoon small portions into her mouth. Her sweet tired eyes look into mine.
"It's good," she whispers.
I smile as she fixes her gaze on mine.
"That's enough", she says after three spoonfuls.
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