There have been a few times I have wondered if she would make it this far. For instance, she cut her head open on the fireplace when she was two, and had thirteen stitches. When she was three, she was standing in range while Bonnie swung our wooden tree swing in a vicious circle. The swing connected with her head (of course), leaving a large bruise that became a permanent large dimple on the right side of her face. When she was four, Bonnie pushed her off the top bunk of their bunk beds, and Malena landed on the square finial of a curtain rod I had hidden (obviously not well enough) in another room.
She had a few years of peace, but she was at it again at age nine. She decided to play with a dog who was tied up in his front yard. The dog didn't like that, and bit her, getting her entire face in his jaws - again, she had stitches on her forehead, and almost had stitches on her neck.
We haven't had any major incidents since. Knock on wood. She has opened up the world of medical emergency for me, for which I will always be...well...hm. I'll get back to you on that.
At any rate, we love you Malena! So glad you've been with us
eleven years...and I hope you'll continue to be around for many, many more!
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