Magical Thinking

When I come downstairs on Saturday morning, my daughter greets me at the bottom of the stairs. She's a confection in pink today. She's dressed up in an outfit her aunt brought back from India, made from a pink, gauzy fabric, embroidered with flowers. She is also wearing her Disney tiara, and holding a sparkly wand.

"Mama, do you want a spell?" she asks.

Apparently, she's a good witch today.

"What kinds of spells do you have?" I ask.

"Well, since you had a stroke and a seizure, maybe something... to help you with that," she says. Her voice trails off. Before I can speak, she's off again to another part of the house, talking to her stuffed animals and her brother, waving her wand and casting more spells.

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