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Leah is setup with in-home palliative care.
Natalia is too small to understand why Mama has tubes and sleeps a lot, but I whisper to her. I take as much video of them together as I can.
I weep quietly, alone in the bathroom. My fingers trace the edge of the tub we've soaked in together countless times. At night, I lie in our bed alone. Cold. Lonely.
I get tired of it and crawl into bed with her, my warm, sweet girl.
I kiss her forehead, her cheek, and her lips, which turn up in a smile at me.