Esther went to the counter; grew to become her back to lily, and started out chopping.
“Ow. s**t!”
lily spun the wheelchair towards her daughter.
“Are you okay?”
Esther stepped back. Blood used to be dripping in a constant crimson flow from her index finger; it plopped onto the tile counter.
lily yanked a clean towel off the oven door. “Come here, honey. Get on your knees in the front of me. Keep your hand up.”
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Esther dropped to her knees. She appeared unable to look away from her finger. Her face was once pale.
lily gently took keep of her daughter's hand. Seeing that blood-her child's-made lily's very own hand throb. Just like historical times; lily had constantly skilled a phantom pain on every occasion one of her kids used to be hurt. She carefully coiled the towel round
