He blinked at me and pointed to his face. His face was frozen, mouth agape. Talking to me with his eyes, it took me seconds to realize what he was communicating. It was a seizure. A small one, like his mom warned us about. There was drool parading down his mouth like a little faucet, … Continue reading lunch break
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