It was always Dad that we called out for in the night when we were sick. In the darkness (we didn't have night-lights) hanging over the side of the bed wanting to vomit. Or sitting on the toilet in pain, tears streaming down cheeks and hitting bare thighs. “Dad! DAAAD!” I don't know how it came about. I don't know who was first. Maybe it began with me. I've always been the sick sibling.
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fell for haiku in 2007 and has been writing/publishing them ever since. Her haiku were featured in A New Resonance 8: Emerging Voices in English-Language Haiku (Red Moon Press, 2013), and her first poetry collection is forthcoming from Velvet Dusk Publishing velvetduskpublishing. weebly.com. Find her on Twitter @bookfuelled or helpmyhusbandhas aspergers.wordpress.com.