I am just three years old. I want someone to hold me, to love me, to comfort me. I am a greedy baby who wants more and more and more milk, and is afraid the breast will be taken away.

When we get hurt I am the one who is left behind in the body. And it hurts. I am wounded and bleeding. What happens to me is so overwhelming that I can't make sense of what is happening to the body. I don't have any words for it. My body is limp and the two big bodies do things to it. Things that hurt me.

The big Red held me and comforted me. She knows I hurt.

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