An Eyepatch, a Dog with Sunglasses, and Sunshine by My Side
My son brushed back my hair and examined my eye patch. I put on sunglasses to help hold the mess of a bandage down.
"Mommy doctor," he said and signed at the same time.
"Mommy's O.K.," I said. I hadn't been able to find the scissors, so I'd ripped the tape with my teeth. I didn't look so good, I admit. Something irritated my eye a few days ago, most likely a contact lens. It felt better closed.
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