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But lately, her condition had worsened. She had become more sensitive at night. The same sounds that once comforted her now overwhelmed her when she was trying to sleep.
And every evening, when we began our pool routine, the soft movement of the water would carry through the fence into their home.
To her, it was too much.
The boy explained that his father didn’t know how to ask without sounding harsh. And he, the son, didn’t know what else to do. He just wanted his sister to sleep. He just wanted one small thing to be easier for her.
I folded the paper and looked at him.
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