Her face is the first thing I see. She has her light hair pulled back in messy pigtails and she has a missing tooth. Her face lights up with joy as she lifts me out of my packaging.
“Daddy, he looks just like the bear on my inhaler! I love him! Thank you so much!” she shrieked pulling me to her chest tightly. As she turns I see a man with a small smile softening his worn face. His hair is messy and he has worry lines beginning to show far too soon for a man his age.
“Why don't you take him and show him how you get ready for bed, Lacy,” he spoke softly.
“Okay, Daddy,” she smiles and kisses his cheek before taking me with her on an adventure through the house. We arrive in a bathroom where Lacy shows me how to brush your teeth and hair, or fur in my case. We dance our way to her bedroom, and she begins telling me all about the the different things she has collected over her short lifetime. Soon, we come to a family picture.
“That’s me and Daddy and my Mommy. Isn't she pretty? She's not here anymore. Daddy says she is up with the stars, but I saw them put her in the ground.” She goes quiet for a moment before declaring it is time to put on her PJs.
“And now, the last thing I have to do before bed is use my inhaler. It's for my asthma. Do you have asthma, Teddy? You better use my inhaler too just in case.” She sits me down on her bed and shows me what she calls her inhaler. There is a mask on one end and the actual canister on the other with a tube connecting them. True to her earlier observation, there is a brown bear depicted on the instructions along the tube.
“Watch me do it first, Teddy, okay? You have to take six slow, big breaths- like this,” Lacy proceeds to cover her nose and mouth with the mask and squeeze the red end of the contraption opposite to her. After six breaths exactly, she lowers the mask.
“See? It's easy. Your turn!” She pulls me into her lap before placing the mask on my face and repeating the process all over again.
“All done! Now we just have to close the door before we go to bed. Daddy smokes in the house, and when I smell the smoke, it makes it really hard for my breathing to work normal. It makes my chest feel funny, and I can't breathe. It happens sometimes when I cry a lot if I start to miss Mommy. Daddy only tucks me into bed when he says he's not going to smoke any more, but then he misses Mommy, too.” Lucy pulls me close and just holds me for a moment before shutting the door softly and climbing into bed.
“Goodnight, Teddy. We’ll have lots of fun tomorrow.”
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