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A grimace spread across my face but for some reason, I wasn't impatient with her. And it wasn't because I had dealt with worse. I hadn't.  

Issahil had been too well behaved even after my reconciliation with her so I had almost never had to handle any tantrums from her.

“It's alright Nica, don't cry.” With my clothes now stained with her vomit, I couldn't pull her into my embrace to comfort her and I felt it was a good thing…I really shouldn't be embracing her…I should avoid any sort of physical closeness with her.

Still, I couldn't help reaching out my hand to place on her shoulder, patting...