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It’s bedtime, honey. Why all the crying in here? Oh, I know, I know… it’s hard to lay on your back with those tumors in the way. But the ones on your belly are even bigger. So let Daddy roll you over and pop your pacifier back in. There. That better? Probably be easier to keep it in your mouth if you didn’t have that cleft lip. But don’t you worry, darlin’, a little duct tape’ll fix everything. There, how’s that? Sucker ain’t goin’ nowhere now, is it? Yeah, I know it’s hard to breathe with only one nostril, but you’ll be alright as long as you keep your finger outta your nose. Hey… hey, why you cryin’ now, sweetie? You know I done apologized a million times for tryin’ to poison your mama. I just didn’t think we could afford another baby. But everything’s okay now. She pulled through and so did you. You might look a little different, but you’re still Daddy’s favorite girl. Aww… it’s so cute when you wave at me with your flipper like that, but we got a long day at the circus tomorrow, girl. Rent’s due and we’ll probably have to work you a few extra hours. Now close that beautiful blue eye and get some sleep.

Sweet dreams, baby.

Good night.