So, I have a Kazakh wife again. Which, some may say, is not unlike having any other "kind" of wife. Yet, something feels very different with having a wife based in the city rich with apples.
Little Popot never got sick when I had a Vietnamese wife, or when I had an Iranian wife, not even when I had a Hungarian wife. I was thinking it just might be me, then Little P got sick again. The whole of last night was hard for me, and harder for the small one. Missed work today because of that. She is fine now. But I cannot help but think of a connection.
Yup, I know, I am totally nuts.
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