Things Beyond Control

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Alfred was doing a pretty good job at protecting The Girl, however, he quickly learned there were some things he could not protect her against. He couldn’t protect her against The Mother’s farts like he had thought, he couldn’t protect her against The Father’s bad jokes like he had wanted. What hurt him the most was that he couldn’t protect her pain, from illness, from doctors, or from fate. He didn’t understand why things had to be so hard, but he did all he could to make it better. Alfred cuddled up next to The Girl’s freshly poked foot.

Alfred looked at The Girl’s bandaged foot. “You only have five toes? What happened to the rest of them?!”

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